Ice Cream Ice Cream Man Novels & Stories

Mister Nathan looked worried. “It’s nothing.” I smiled and softly pressed the side of my head. *** (Asher’s POV) “Ice cream Ice cream! Get your ice cream for only $1!” The ice cream vendor yelled from his stall, attracting some people’s attention for them to buy the creamy soft served ice cream. While the people marched forward to buy the ice cream, I walked the opposite direction from them, escaping the crowd with a jumbo ice cream cone with 3 mixed scoops.

he replied “Fine, you win. Permission has been granted dear sir” I added dramatically. Immediately I finished the dramatic statement Derick claps twice and I see waiters and waitresses with covered plates approaching our table. Behind them a trumpeter that plays beautiful people by Ed Sheeran. The waitresses approach us first and present what they were carrying. Three waitresses opened their plates and I see a strand of rose flower, a chocolate ice cream and a summer special ice cream shaker. Then the waiters arrive with two plates, one had a Sunday special strawberry shortcake ice cream with a will you be my friend soda water writing inscribed on it. The other a profiteroles cream puffs wit

“Hello young lady, what kind of ice cream do you want?” He was a middle aged man with a full beard and a bald head and he is so rugged like all those Samoan men. I couldn't keep my curiosity at bay so I had to ask him. “ I want vanilla mixed with chocolate and strawberry. If you don't mind me asking. Are you Samoan?” He busted out laughing. “ No young lady, I am not. I do look the part, right?” He asked me while flexing his muscles. He handed me the ice cream and I requested for two spoons. “Yes, you do. So where are you from?”

"That was terrifying. You almost killed that man." "He shouldn't have stood in that position. Poor defense." I shook my head, still smiling. "Okay. One more thing." He raised an eyebrow but followed. --- I made him get ice cream next and he looked at the options like they personally offended him. "Just pick one," I said. "They're all artificially flavored." "It's ice cream, not a business deal and plus you live sweets." He chose vanilla. Of course he did. It was plain simple and yeah that was no surprise.

He was so heavy I could barely hold him up, but I still gritted my teeth and carried him around in circles again and again. Even the ice cream this time, Dad only gave it to me when Mom wasn't home. Owen could eat ice cream whenever he wanted. I just wanted so badly to know what ice cream tasted like. That was the only reason I didn't give it to him.

Before I could fully register it, Fletcher stepped in front of me, blocking my view entirely. “Yo,” he said, snapping his fingers once. “Are you alive?” I blinked, pulling my attention back. “Yeah.” “Good,” he nodded. “Because you look like you’re about to murder someone.” “Tempting,” I muttered, then he snorted. “Yeah, well, don’t do it here. I just cleaned my skates.” I huffed a small breath, shaking my head. The noise in the room picked up again, conversations shifted and my attention moved on from Maxine to other things but my mind didn’t, it stayed stuck her.

Jarvis began. The ice cream man looked out the truck as he checked his environment. It was obvious that Jarvis was a foreigner. Perhaps he was lost. “How may I help you?” The man asked. “Please I'm looking for the spot where mats are rented” Jarvis said. “Mats?” The man asked. Jarvis nodded, still looking around for the stall. “There's no rent for mats here,” The ice cream man replied. “I can see that, perhaps they didn't come out today,” Jarvis said.

We'd heard he was the hardest man to get an appointment with let alone has a contract with. We got in and were driven to the Marino vila. Where once we got out of the car we were greeted by Renzo Marino. We all hugged and kissed their cheeks. “Benvenuti Orlando e Daniel. Spero che tu abbia fatto un buon volo?" (Welcome Orlando and Daniel. I hope you had a good flight?) "Sì, grazie Renzo." (We did, thanks Renzo.) "Vieni, lascia che ti mostri la mia umile casa prima di passare ai convenevoli." (Come let me show you around my humble home before we get down to pleasantries.)

My eyes got wide and I mumbled to myself "Its a good thing Im not conceited" "Aye, Aye! Welcome to Jays Ice Cream shop, what would you like to order?" the cashier said enthusiastically. He had a weird boat looking hat on, and a polo shirt with a picture of an old man smiling. I thought the picture of the man looked creepy, but I guess that must be Jay, the owner. He looked more like the type of man that parents warn their kids about. The man in the creepy white van. "I'll take a rocky road ice cream on a cone please." and Dina politely.