Blink by Stacey Lee Ritz

Author:Stacey Lee Ritz
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rockville Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

WE HEAD TO THE FROZEN Spoon to celebrate. They have the best ice cream in Oxboro. The Frozen Spoon has every regular flavor of ice cream you can dream of, plus they have an assortment of off the wall flavors like chocolate heaven (a mix of chocolate ice cream, chocolate chip cookies and chocolate pudding swirls) and corn-on-the-cob (no further explanation needed) and even pizza flavored ice cream. My parents have taken me to The Frozen Spoon since I was little. After ballet recitals and when I got straight-A’s. It’s a staple in our town. Some people travel for hours to come here just to try one of the off-the-wall flavors of ice cream. It’s safe to say, if you’ve been to Oxboro, you’ve been to The Frozen Spoon.

Now my mom’s giddiness has spread among us like wild fire. When someone buys you a house, you find yourself suddenly walking on cloud nine. There’s no avoiding it. My parents walk through the winding line and order first. Jordan is next and orders a plain vanilla cone. When it’s my turn I step up to the register and order two-scoops of chocolate heaven in a waffle cone. My mouth is watering as I think about what my taste buds are about to experience. The shop is packed with wall to wall customers; it always is. Everyone is happy here. It’s ice cream after all; how could you not be happy? We take turns shuffling through the line with our destination being the far register where we pay and are handed our ice cream. My parents motion to an open table in the far corner of the shop. Jordan turns to me and for a minute I think he’s going to say something meaningful. Instead, he bends down toward me, a smile on his face. “Can you hold this for me? I’ll be right back.” He nods his head toward the restroom. Well, it wasn’t heartfelt, but he did look me in the eyes. He was smiling. So, it’s something. I take his ice cream from him, holding his in my left hand and mine in my right. I look ahead, trying to push my way through the crowd of people, finally reaching an empty corner where I will wait for Jordan to return.

The room is filled with laughter and chatting. Some people are carrying cones with four or five scoops of ice cream. Jordan’s single and my double scoop look measly compared to some. I move my eyes to the ground, trying not to run into anyone. Just as I’m about to reach the corner I feel my forehead run smack into someone’s chest. “I’m sorry!” I blurt, forcing myself to look up. He’s tall with blond hair and light blue eyes and he’s smiling back at me. “I’m so sorry!” I repeat, not knowing what else to say. And then I follow his eyes. They are looking down toward his shoes. I quickly look back up at the two cones

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