In the end, I had two scoops of chocolate and Oliver had two scoops of coffee ice creme. And believe me, coffee was one of the few normal flavors in this ice creme parlor. “So you really like coffee, huh?” I say while licking my ice creme, glancing over to Oliver. We said goodbye to Julia and are now walking kind of aimlessly through the city.

“Oh, that! Yeah, you must probably think that! Working in a coffee shop and eating coffee ice creme like that...” he answers with a smile, but his eyes averted. Something seems...

...odd.

I frown and look at him. His reaction is weird. Maybe I remembered him of something, something- “Diana?” I get interrupted by a worried looking Oliver. “What's wrong? You kinda stopped walking.” My eyes widen in surprise. Oh wow Diana, not suspicious at all. And you stopped walking? Just great.

“Uh, oh no, n- nothing's wrong, really!” I quickly stutter with a nervous laugh, waving my hands, what turns out to be a terrible mistake, because I still had ice creme in my hand. Emphasis on had. I hate everything.

“Oh my god Diana! Are you ok?” he says concerned while rushing to my side, reaching out with his free hand but stopping midway. “Oh, yeah, I'm fine, I was just clumsy, like always,” I reply looking at the ground and blushing a little. “I'm sorry for the ice creme your sister made, though. It was really good,” I continue, seeing the mush on the ground.

“If you want,” Oliver begins catching my attention, “you can have my ice creme...?” I look at him dumbfounded and with big eyes, not believing what's happening in front of me: I could clearly hear that he is embarrassed and seeing it as well, judging from his avoidance of my gaze and his hand scratching the back of his head, and- IS HE BLUSHING!? Oh my god that is a blush and you can't tell me otherwise!

Upon seeing my stupid expression he promptly withdraws his ice creme and I see him becoming stiff all over while he stammers, “o-or just f-forget it! You probably d-don't like coffee ice creme, w-why did I even ask, ha ha... wait you like coffee so maybe you like it after all?” he then questions finally looking at me with glancing away all the time.

I blink. Same look. Is he and angel? Is this a dream? This can't be real, right? He is just too cute.

“Ok, just forget it after all! Sorry I asked, should we continue walkin-” oh hell no, I'm not letting this opportunity slip! “It's alright!” I blurt out louder than I intended to. “I- I mean I would gladly accept your offer... If it's still standing?” I ask tilting my head.

“Ah,” is all he could get out. “S- sure,” he managed to stutter after standing dazzled for I swear 10 minutes. “There you go,” he says after composing himself, and his expression, walking up to me and handing me his ice creme, smiling as always.

I saw that, idiot, I think to myself, as I take it and begin the indirect kiss. “Thank you for that,” I respond quickly, and start to walk again trying to hide the smile I simply cannot get off of my face.