Summer Kisses and Ice Cream Dreams
I’m on break, leaning against the counter behind the soda machine and stirring a drink more ice than soda, when the bell above the door chimes. “Back to work, Sean,” my boss Chad tells me.
Ignoring him, I glance at the customers. Three friends—one of the Romanos from the pizzeria down the boards and, with him, a couple. The girl is pretty in her bikini top and shorts but the guy, with his arm draped around her shoulders, is only the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen. I told myself I wasn’t going to do it again, fall for someone in the summertime, but before his ice blue eyes even glance my way, I’m gone.
“Welcome to the Good Shoppe Lollipop,” Chad announces. I groan into my drink; I hate the name of this place. “What’ll be tonight, guys?”
I watch the strange
