"Milk or strawberry?"
Gazing at the man, I throw out a query. He beams. "You" His reply sounds annoying. Really irritating. "Quit messing around. Which flavor do you crave?" There are two ice cream boxes in the fridge. Despite the time near one in the morning, I am fulfilling this devil's wish again.
I would like to deny. Refuse with everything I got. But there are no other options. He won. I lost. The fact is to be accepted even if it is bitter. "Anything you desire. I am fine as long as you love it" Zander responds. He is a sweet talker. Really tender that other might fall in love in my place.
His words don't work on me only. Maybe because I am not in mood to hunt for love. "Strawberry then. I am tired of milk flavor" Putting one box back in the fridge, I lay the strawberry flavor box on the table where Zander is settling down. I grab two spoons and two ramekin bowls.
