Chapter Twelve PeytonWhen was the last time I was asked out for ice cream?
I’m not entirely sure, but if I were to guess, I’d probably say freshman year of high school. Somewhere around turning eighteen, we transitioned from ice cream to coffee dates and never went back. So when I get a text from Josh asking if I want to hammer out details of the deal over chocolate-dipped cones, I double- and triple-read the text to make sure I’m not imagining things.
After my fourth and final read, my thumbs fly across my phone screen to respond with an enthusiastic yes!
A business meeting over ice cream—what a concept. It’s refreshing, both literally and figuratively. I guess CEO Josh Hanson has a playful side after all. He did mention he eats loads of ice cream on the weekend, though, so that explai
