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Who: Kevin and Gwen
What: Ice cream. First date?
Where: The ice cream parlor.
Her mind wasn't racing, she told herself. Her mind didn't race. She was the calm one. She didn't let things bother her. Especially not overly grumpy teenage boys with great hair. And, in reality, her mind wasn't racing. She was just excited to be getting ice cream with her comrade-turned-friend-turned-not-so-secret-crush. It wasn't like it was dinner at a fancy restaurant or a romantic movie.
She sat at the counter, making a note of how soft the barstools were, folded her hands and tried to wait patiently.
What: Ice cream. First date?
Where: The ice cream parlor.
Her mind wasn't racing, she told herself. Her mind didn't race. She was the calm one. She didn't let things bother her. Especially not overly grumpy teenage boys with great hair. And, in reality, her mind wasn't racing. She was just excited to be getting ice cream with her comrade-turned-friend-turned-not-so-secret-crush. It wasn't like it was dinner at a fancy restaurant or a romantic movie.
She sat at the counter, making a note of how soft the barstools were, folded her hands and tried to wait patiently.