"What's the deal with you?" I inquired as my gaze locked on his. "We're not even in a relationship."    He came to a halt, his emerald eyes peering into my soul from the dimly lit room. "If we are..." he paused, his jaw clenched,"then am I allowed to be angry?"  “No way, Eion. I have someone I love already, and he is someone who is always kind to me.” I said to him, wanting to add, "Not like you," but my voice wouldn't let me.    "Then say you love me as well," he continued, leaning slightly so that we were both the same height. The air feels different as the tension circulates throughout the room, engulfing and suffocating me.  

With the tone he used to speak down to me in this shop, I couldn't help but go into full beast mode. Be patient. Snow, you need to be patient.  "Thank you for your time this afternoon, sir. What exactly do you want?" I asked, a little more cheerfully than usual, trying to keep my rage at bay.    "Strawberry ice cream," he demanded. He squared his shoulders as he crossed his arms as if he despised the idea of having to speak at all. I tried to suppress the urge to roll my eyes. Customers who are impatient are a real pain in the neck. ‌   And he requested strawberry, which is unusual for a guy to like... guess he has a distinct taste. I shook my head and reached for a cone.   "Do you want it topped with anything? Any add-on

It's the obnoxious strawberry guy from the store yesterday... There is NO WAY I'm going to ask him for help. But he's my one and only chance. Wouldn't it be a waste of time?    I rush over to him, pushing past a few people who appear to have bathed in cologne. He had his hands in his pockets and his face was expressionless until I grabbed hold of him. "What are you-" he exclaimed, surprised. "Please don’t act weirdly. Pretend to be my boyfriend," I said quietly. ‌ ‌   Strawberry guy, as I call him, stares at me blankly, then looks at the men behind me and then back at me, his face neutral.  "No, miss, he's not your boyfriend, he doesn't even know who you are-" the second guy began, but was cut off.    "Do you have

"Do you mean anything?" he asked. Taking a big gulp, I responded. "Yes...Anything. Anything is possible. Just please don’t fire me!"He gave a sly grin at me, and that made my heartbeat quicken, nervous. Oh no. What in the world have I gotten myself into? I’m dead. I’m not even exaggerating. I’m literally in trouble. “Are you sure about that?" he inquired and I gave a nod to him in answer. "Then turn around, walk away, and stay as far away from me as you can," he said.I came to a halt at that point, knowing exactly what he meant. "Wait, are you making fun of me? Would you like me to leave?"He gave a nod. I blinked at that. Wow. Just wow. I couldn't believe it. Does he even have a heart? How heartless of him. I couldn’t help but laugh at that, wiping away my feigned tears.Strawberry guy looked at me as if I were a bother. "Why are you laughing?" he asked, quite alarmed at my state. "You're going in

A familiar-looking woman was rushing toward us; despite the time we'd been apart, mom and I recognized her immediately; her blonde hair and emerald green eyes, as always, gave her away.   "Maggie!" Mom exclaimed, both women embracing each other as if they were in the middle of a scene. I laughed, my nerves calmed by the sight of Aunt Maggie.    Nathan regarded them both with interest as they exchanged pleasantries.   "What have you been doing all this time?" Mom asks, crossing her arms in front of her and acting irritated with her friend. “You didn’t even bother to call me and tell me the news!”