Hey Mr. Ice Cream Man

[justabreeze]

Who:Breanah Davis
What: Ice cream eating
Where: Coldstone
When: Wednesday Night
Rating: PG

The bell jingled as Breanah pushed open the door, cooler air hitting her face. She stood by an empty table and debated on which flavor to get. It had been one of those days and the easiest thing to do was eat her weight in ice cream or curl up under her covers and

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[fabraymazing]

Quinn spun her keys around her finger as she pulled open the door, pulling her cardigan close to her as she quickly made her way to the counter. She stood for a moment as the girl behind it organized herself, and Quinn quickly surveyed the only other customer at this time of day until she was forced to order.

"A 'Love it' - Strawberry Rendevous, please," Quinn didn't bother making eye contact with the girl as she worked at the slab of ice cream. She looked around somewhat nervously, as if she was going to be spotted. Being spotted was a serious fear of hers. She wasn't even supposed to be within a hundred feet of this plaza, let alone inside Cold Stone, ordering her whole calorie intake's worth of ice cream. She smiled briefly up at the girl as she handed her her ice cream, paid and went to sit in the back corner of the room. As she spooned at her ice cream, she contemplating wearing sunglasses to further disguise herself.

[justabreeze]

Breanah looked up as the door jingled, her spoon resting precariously out of the corner of her mouth. She was about halfway through her second carton when the newest customer came in. Breanah pulled the spoon out of her mouth and placed it in the ice cream turned soupy mess and covered her mouth to stifle a yawn. With another spoonful of ice cream she noticed the girl had stayed and sat only a few tables away.

Breanah shot a dirty look her way, placing a name to the face. Then it clicked, the freshly tightened pony was the key. A Cheerio for sure, though which, she couldn't place. She was either Brittany or Quinn, though if she had to place bets it was probably Quinn from the way she was looking around. "You look lost" she said, forgetting to take the spoon out of her mouth.

[fabraymazing]

Quinn crossed her ankles under her seat, taking alarmingly large bites quickly to be able to leave as soon as possible. She could hear her phone vibrating - undoubtedly vehement texts from either Brittany or Finn - and pushed her purse under the table with her foot.

As the voice across the room sounded, Quinn shot her head up. Crap. "I was going for 'incognito'." Quinn sighed, leaning across the table. "Do I know you?"

[justabreeze]

Breanah rolled her eyes and continued to take a few more bites. Brushing her hair out of her face she eyed her curiously. "You shouldn't be so obvious." Breanah took another scoop and put her spoon down "I highly doubt it. Aren't you not supposed to eat ice cream? I know if Miss Sylvester found out she'd murder you."