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, Alex questioned in confusion as they came to a stop. “My home sweet home!”, Zoey said as she wavered her hands to the ice cream place called ‘Sweet Ice Creams’. “Let me order for you.”, Zoey stated as she went to the counter. “Just don’t order anything weird, honey.”, Alex said as he cringed looking at the weird flavors of ice cream. “Hi, can I have two cookies and cream ice creams please?”, she told the teller as she leaned over the countertop in anticipation like a little kid.

Matcha ice cream wasn’t a popular ice cream in Westfield. He scratched his head and said, “Where will I get matcha ice cream in the middle of the night?” He took his phone and called his mom. “Hello? Something wrong, son?” Spencer heard his mom’s sleep roughened voice over the phone. “I’m sorry to disturb your sleep mom. Maya is craving for Matcha ice cream. Do you know a store that has matcha ice cream?” Spencer sounded apologetic.

Period. The simplest things seemed to give her pleasure, like the spur-of-the-moment visit to Calusa House and Museum, where she enjoyed artifacts relating to the history of the area. Or wandering in and out of the quaint colorful stucco shops in downtown Mimosa Key, most of them with a touristy atmosphere. Or when on impulse he stopped in at Mr. Icey's on the edge of town, a place reminiscent of old fashioned ice cream shops with frosted windows and a red and white awning. The owner had told them they were smart coming in this early in the day because when school was out, it was a great hangout for the teenagers. They each got a double scoop cone and now sat on a bench outside, licking the

Ria said to her. "Look mom! There is an ice cream stand over there!" Phoenix screamed in excitement when he saw a man parking his van close to the roadside. "Where?" Ria asked as if she could see. "There! Right there..oh I think he is trying to pack the van under the tree!" Phoenix answered. "Okay. Phoebe pick some notes from the purse and get two ice cream.” Ria instructed. "Okay mom.” Phoebe replied. "I will stay with mom while you get the ice cream.” Phoenix said to his sister.

"Hey, beautiful." "Don't kid me," Shayla replied, laughing. "I look like a raccoon. Can you see the variations of dark circles under my eye?" "A pretty raccoon," I corrected. The quaint ice cream shop that we strolled into was the one Shayla frequented, and naturally, loved the most. The accessibility and distance from her office played a major factor in this shop being so high on Shayla's list of best ice-cream places in the entire city of New York. As soon as we entered the place, I was hit with a nostalgic smell of vanilla and baking ice cream cones.

“You said it. I’m just agreeing.” I started pushing her out of the school slowly, ignoring the looks thrown our way. We drove into the heart of the city, where the sun was beginning to dip low and the air had that sweet, late-afternoon warmth. I took us to a little place called La Crème, a boutique ice cream shop known for wild flavors and aesthetic presentation. People waited in long lines just to post a picture of their cones. But I came here once before, and I remembered two things: the ice cream was ridiculously good and the seating outside made it perfect for people watching and quiet conversations. When we arrived, Rhea blinked up at the building, “This place is fancy.”

He felt her coming closer to him. Will he be able to resist the call of nature now that she was getting close? His name is Luke Brant, and he is one of the rarest supernatural beings that walk the earth. He is a phoenix. Dear readers, the new adventure is starting. I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. You can join me on social media if you'd like... I always answer :) Instagram: @author.oceanwide Facebook page: @author.ocean.wide

We find a cozy spot to sit and enjoy our sweet treats, the air filled with the delightful scent of ice cream. As we sit there, I can't help but reflect on the journey we've been on—from the pain of loss to the anticipation of new life. It's moments like these, sharing ice cream and laughter, that remind me of the strength of our love. Kylie, with her caramel macchiato ice cream, becomes a symbol of joy and resilience, and I'm grateful for the simple pleasures that fill our lives.

Or so I tell myself. By the time I finish the east wing, my back is aching and my hands are raw. At the end of the shift, my sneakers echo through the empty, gothic halls of Briarwood as I go to leave. The campus is beautiful under the moonlight, the fresh snow sparkling like crushed diamonds, but I don’t stop to look. I keep my head down, my hood pulled low. When I reach my dorm, I already know what to expect. I flinch when I hear the faint thumping of bass coming from my floor. My roommate, Jax, is probably hosting another pre-game party. I just want to disappear into my bunk and pretend I don't exist.

“Are you sure you don’t eat too much of that already, my love?” “Just shut up, and I want a tiramisu ice cream.” “We’ll stop in the ice cream shop, don’t worry. Enough of that, princess.” “Phoenix, we’re three eating of these candies, and it’s not even enough.” “I know, but I don’t want you to have a tummy ache.” “Ugh!” She rolls her eyes. “You worry too much.” “Of course, I do. Now, I have the three of you to worry about.”