The Art of Hating You
Austin taken another step toward the ice cream truck as his mind processed this. He glanced at the owner and all the kids surrounding screaming, laughing as they got there cones of ice cream
That owner came to him, his expression unusual. “Ah, Mr.?”
“Austin Reed,” he stated again, still perplexed.
The owner beamed. "Mrs. Reed, your wife just went and bought all the ice cream from my truck."
Austin eyes filled in astonishment. The owner added, "She told me that it’s nothing in front of you, Ah..you have to pay me $20k, sir.”