I Need You, My Luna
Maverick’s expression is careful, guarded, but he doesn’t pull away.
“Wait… really?” Makayla asks, her voice high and sweet. “You’ll give us free ice cream?”
"Absolutely," I say, motioning toward the menu board. "You two look like you’ve had a long morning. What flavors do you like?"
They approach slowly, eyeing me curiously but not suspiciously.
"I like strawberry!" Makayla chirps.
"Chocolate for me," Maverick adds with slightly narrowed eyes.
I quickly start preparing their cones, pretending my hands aren’t shaking slightly. The machine sputters a little, but I manage to get perfect swirls on both cones before handing them over.