“You said you like ice cream. You said you missed ice cream.” I stare at him, not believing it, and eventually, he keeps talking. “I didn’t know you had a dairy allergy,” he says, beginning his verbal vomit. “I thought you were just a cliché, watching your calories and wishing you could have dessert, but it didn’t fit into some kind of contrived diet. I judged you, and I was an ass. Now I'm making it right.”
