“Can’t decide what to have?”
THE QUIET, SOFT VOICE THAT GENTLY RANG OUT FROM BEHIND THE YOUNG LADY HAD ITS SOURCE IN A SHORT, MIDDLE-AGED GENTLEMAN WHO WAS DRESSED IN SCRUFFY, OVERSIZED ATTIRE. His hair consisted of a wild mess of jet black, and despite the aged appearance of his face, his eyes sparkled with a childishness that helped to portray the demeanour of someone who was far younger than his physical appearance offered him credit for.
A KIND SMILE WAS PRESENT ON HIS FACE, HIS HANDS CLASPED TOGETHER AS HE SOUGHT TO START A CONVERSATION WITH THE STRANGER IN FRONT OF HIM. The Doctor did not frequent such places as dessert parlours very often, but when he did, his inherent sweet tooth was always satisfied by the end. However, on this occasion, it was clear that, just perhaps, the redheaded lady was struggling to make up her mind.
“I have found that their ice-cream is always a jolly decent choice - ahem! - all the better when served with a handful of sprinkles and a spot of chocolate sauce, hm?”
@grlwaitd liked this for a starter.