"Hold this."
That was all she said.
Nothing more.
I looked up as she placed a waffle cone into my hands.
Ice cream already melting down the sides.
A slow drip over my finger.
Cold.
Sweet.
Sticky.
I went to catch it.
Her hand found my chin.
"Hold it."
My eyes found hers.
Suddenly,
the rules had changed.
I searched her face for something.
Permission.
Instruction.
Anything.
…
