slackened jaw, small surprised smile, furrowed brows, joel turns toward the other man, gently placing a hand on his upper arm. “holy shit,” he says. “you’re the artisanal shaved ice guy, right?” soft laugh slips through his lips. “man, i was literally just thinking about your cherry syrup.” he laughs properly now. “oh, hey, dude, can i buy you a cup of coffee? i’d love to like... get to know you and shit. i wanna hear all the dirty secrets of the shaved iced industry.”
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