Harley's face pressed against the window as she tried to peer up at the surprise storm that had come in. "Aw, I gotta walk back in this," she pouted and pulled away.
"Ya sure ya don't wanna wait? They can do them to go! They're the best! They have chocolate and strawberry and PB&J and pineapple and Oreo and-" the list went on and on until she could no longer think of a flavor that the diner may or may not have actually offered. "Do ya really gotta go?"