“Butter pecan. In a cup,” I said. Sadie grimaced at my order, and my brows rose higher. “What?” She took her cone from Bruno while shaking her head. “It’s nothing. Thanks, Bruno.” “It’s not nothing. You have a problem with my order,” I said, caught between feeling amused and offended. She suddenly looked incredibly interested in her treat. “Well… it’s just that butter pecan is such an old-person ice cream flavor, you know?”
