I scream, you scream! (265 views)

Savannah shifted, waiting for Parker to come up. He was later than usual but that wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. She was used to being too punctual and early for things. She loved to be on-time and, honestly, didn’t much mind the waiting game. It gave her a chance to people-watch. She craned her neck over to focus on the jewelry store across the aisle. She could see a few people mulling about, but one that stuck out to her was a man who kept shifting on his feet, his gaze focused on a smiling clerk who was gesturing to the rings section. She was so focused on the exchange between clerk and customer that she was no longer focused on the aisle. It wasn’t until she heard a familiar voice call out from the direction of the escalator that she stirred and looked over at Parker’s familiar form.

As usual, he had a brilliant smile on his face and seeing that smile brought a wide on to Savannah’s face to match. He was bouncing with life in comparison to other shoppers and his gaze was entirely focused on her. She got up from her seat and waved over at Parker, her smile softening when he apologized for being late. She could never be mad at that cheesy grin her best friend sported.

”No! No, it’s not a problem! I’m just – just always early.” Savannah said, ”So, are you ready to have some ice cream?”

Savannah smiled at Parker when he said he had been craving this all week and entered the shop with him, greeted by the cool gush of the shop. The cashier behind the counter regarded the two new arrivals cooly and with a smile on her face as she straightened up and put her phone down. When he said to surprise him the cashier nodded and rung in his order before she turned towards Savannah.

Savannah blinked when it was her turn and, as usual, she had to laugh at Parker’s gut! Who would order three mystery flavors? Certainly not her!

”Oh, I’ll have three flavors too, uhm...” She examined the list. ”Could I get a cotton candy, a lemonade, and a bubble gum flavor?”

The cashier responded sure and, when parker went to pay for both of the orders, Savannah flushed.

”Oh, you didn’t have to,” she said, watching as the cashier took his money and then offered him change. She then went to go get their ice creams ready. ”I hope their ice cream is good... I heard that they make their own ice cream here!”

When he pulled out her chair Savannah flushed again, but sat down with a small smile and looked over at him. ”My day went well! Oh, uhm, how about yours?”

”It’s fine, don’t worry about it!” Savannah insisted, looking at Parker when he showed his bruise. Her eyes widened and she gasped at the injury. Even though Parker got injured a lot, she couldn’t help but fret when she saw he was injured. ”you should be careful,” she said, somewhat weakly, as she patted him gently on the shoulder. ”How many other bruises did you want up getting, silly?”

When she got the ice creams she ordered Savannah thanked the cashier, and took the sear across from Parker. When he took a picture of her wither ice cream Savannah smiled somewhat shyly, part of her wishing he just took a picture of the ice cream, but she didn’t mind. She didn’t like to make Parker uncomfortable with her shyness so she usually posed for pictures and tried to overcome the discomfort. She took a lick of the lemonade and hummed. It was a bit bitter, very potent, but it would go good with some strawberry topping, she thought. ”They do! I saw the sign. And you know how I am about homemade ice cream. Let me know what your favorites are!”