“Granny! Butterscotch, not chocolate,” Timothy said.
“Oops!” I replied, scooping the ice cream.
“She’s coming, more sprinkles!”
“Grandma J, you always know what I like!” said a girl in pigtails.
She handed me a folded $10 bill, but Timothy yanked my elbow, before shouting, “On the house!” blushing bright pink.
“Thanks, Tim!” she said, bashfully.
“You know I can’t keep giving every girl you like, free ice cream!”
“Don’t worry, Granny, he’s paying!” Timothy said pointing behind me.
I turned around to a silver-haired man with a wide grin plastered on his face. He gave me a cheeky wink and a nod, seemingly in agreement over picking up the tab.
“Of course, he is,” I said rolling my eyes, trying to hide the hint of a smile erupting across my face.
After all, we were called, Love at First Scoop.