CHANA ADELBERG
She set the pizza on a plate, using the back of her hand to wipe at her mouth. “Well I wish you had spoken up a bit sooner and saved me from this awful taste,” Chana joked. “I’m trusting you about the ice cream bar. If it’s nasty I’m going to be pissed.”
"I tried, but when I was about to speak you had already taken a bite of it." He offered her an apologetic smile before looking back at the ice cream bar. "You should have a drink first, you know to wash over the taste of that pizza and then try the ice creams."







