Intrigued, Leon followed Alex's lead as they navigated the bustling sidewalks. They steered clear of the large, flashy chain stores, opting instead for a charming little shop tucked away on a side street. A hand-painted sign adorned with a whimsical ice cream cone proudly proclaimed it to be "Ollie's Old-Fashioned Ice Cream."
The moment they stepped inside, a wave of nostalgia and sugary sweetness washed over them. The air hung heavy with the aroma of freshly churned ice cream, a symphony of vanilla, chocolate, and a myriad of other enticing flavors. Glass jars overflowing with vibrantly colored sprinkles and candied toppings lined the counter, adding a touch of childish delight to the atmosphere.
Behind the counter stood a kindly old man with a shock of white hair and a twinkle in his eye. He wore a pristine white apron adorned with colorful ice cream cone designs, and a wide smile greeted them as they entered.
