Sep 2, 2016
“Buy me an ice cream!”
Kay’s walking, trying not to hiss as the summer sun tries to kiss his pale skin. He trails his eyes over the crowd, looking for something-- or someone, someone he has never seen for weeks-- or a decade because he thinks it was that long.
He sees her and smiles, that smug smile of Kay that people usually cringe to-- or not, it depends.
“We haven’t seen each other for weeks and the first thing you do is ask me to buy you ice cream” he says, frowns as an inward joke.