“Chocolate or vanilla? They had so many flavors that I figured we better start simple and pace ourselves.” Ridley held out two small cones of gelato. “I’m thinking chocolate, it matches your eyes. They’re great eyes by the way.”
She took the vanilla. He shrugged easily, bit into his chocolate, and made a loud yummy sound.
“So much better, don’t you think?”
Erica tasted the vanilla. It was good. And she wasn’t going to see it as a metaphor for the choices she’d made in her past. Plain vanilla.
No!
Instead, that was who she had been.
Maybe she’d find a flavor of gelato to tell her who she’d be next.
Ridley sat on his tiny balcony long after sunset and cradled a half-finished glass of the Cantina Cinque Terre DOC. Banana and a touch of mint on the nose. A rich lemon on the palate with
