8-Coffee?

The next day I went with Ariel to the ice cream place. Do you have any idea how a four year old gets when they want their sugar. Especially when you promise.

"I want all of them." She giggled.

"Cute." The guy from the counter said.

"Thanks. She just loves ice cream."

"She's cute, but I was actually referring to you." He smiled.

"She's taken." I turned to see Mallory.

"Hey, I remember you. We had amazing sex last week. I'm free this weekend." He smirked.

She got closer to him and said, "forget everything about me we never met. And don't hit on her."

It's a good thing no one was looking our way and that there wasn't anyone behind us. Ariel was busy looking at the ice cream flavors.

He took our orders and we went to sit at a booth.

"Really?"

"He's a di-" she stopped when she realized there was a four year old with us.

"A womanizer. He is good for fun and drinking his cranberry juice. So red I love it."

"Cranberry is eew." Ariel said while covering her mouth. We chuckled.

"Sometimes. Depe