I Need You, My Luna
The machine sputters a little, but I manage to get perfect swirls on both cones before handing them over.
“Here you go,” I say softly.
Makayla gives me a bright, grateful smile as she takes hers. “Thank you, Mister Ice Cream Man!”
Maverick accepts his, but he doesn’t take a lick. He’s staring at me, frowning like he’s trying to solve a puzzle in his head.
A hint of suspicion moves across his face.
Then, slowly, he says, “Wait a minute…”
My heart skips.
Makayla turns to him. “What is it?”