“After this conversation I might just eat the whole damn thing.” I start to walk toward the register but pause and face her, holding up the carton. “This right here? This is your fault.” “My fault? How is you eating ice cream my fault?” “Because.” My eyes give her a slow once-over. “You’re driving me crazy. I don’t know if I actually want to be friends with you or fuck you up against a wall.” Talk about shocking the crap out of her. She takes a step back, eyes wide. “Wh-what?” “You heard me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with a Lactaid pill and a bowl of dairy. Night, Harp.”
