Melting The Ice Captain
“No can't do. Olive here would love to add your ice cream to her collection, if it's good.”
The woman grinned. “Oh, it is damn good. Also, I knew you were going to be a stubborn person.”
I laughed. “He's not…sometimes.”
“Hey,” Easton exclaimed. “Who's side are you on?”
“Well, they are making delicious ice cream so…”
They laughed.
The masc woman introduced herself as Jude with feminine pronouns, making me relieved about my assumptions.
Soon, I had a cone of blueberry flavored ice cream in my hand.
“I know it seems suspicious,” Jennie laughed as I peered at the deep blue color of the ice cream. “But it's really good. It's my favorite.”