With the shopping done, we stepped back out into the late afternoon sun, which was already starting to dip low in the sky.
Ella stretched with a soft sigh, fanning her head with her hand.
"Ice cream," she mumbled.
I blinked.
"What?"
She turned, her silver hair catching the light like strands of moonlight.
Her expression was almost pouty.
"I said… I want ice cream."
"…You're not even being subtle about it."
"I don't want to be," she said, lifting her chin.
"I'm on a date. I deserve to be spoiled."
I chuckled under my breath, glancing toward the nearby food stalls.
"There's a place near the fountain. Let's go."
"Mhm!" she subtly nodded, quickly grabbing my hand and interlacing her fingers with mine.
Now, she wasn't as shy as before, instead, she acted like we did this every day.
She looked cute nonetheless.
Upon reaching the stall near the fountain, the old man who ran the place smiled warmly at the sight of us.
