6
Peyton
Since Blaire was heading out for pizza, Isaac drove us to Braum’s. He parked the truck out front in the already- full parking lot.
“What’s happening here tonight?” I asked, gracefully sliding out of the passenger side.
“Nothing. Just the normal high school crowd.”
I arched an eyebrow but followed him inside and immediately saw what he meant. The restaurant was packed with high school–aged kids sitting around with ice cream cones and gossiping like their life depended on it.
“Is it always like this?” I asked as we got in line.
“Pretty much.”
“Huh. We used to go to Holly Hop,” I said before I thought better of it.
He froze momentarily, and then the tension disappeared. “Holly Hop is all the rage. Probably still my favorite ice cream in town, but Braum’s is open later, and t
