"But Miss Torres, there's no ice cream shop around here," Ben said awkwardly.
"It's coming soon!"
"What's coming soon?"
"The old man who sells ice cream! Look!"
As expected, an ice cream cart appeared at the corner. An old man dressed in plain clothes was pushing the cart over. On the top of the ice cream cart were the words "Only pineapple flavor".
Lauren had already run over and stood on her tiptoes to speak to the old man. She then returned with two popsicles.
One of the popsicles was stuffed into Franklin's hand. It was ice-cold.
"Uncle, it's not that I'm stingy and don't want to treat you. I know that you're allergic to pineapple, that's why I didn't buy it for you."
"How did you know that he's allergic to pineapple?"
"How did you know that I'm allergic to pineapple?"
The two men asked at the same time.
Lauren tilted her head and smiled, revealing her cute little dimples again.
"Because I'm very smart!"
