Sweet Deal Who: Savannah and Slav Where: C Deck When: Mid-Afternoonish
Savannah left the Cafe with an indignant frown. That is, it was meant to be indignant, but it really looked more like a sullen pout. She wasn't too skinny -- especially coming from a woman who looked like Aunt Jemima, it wasn't exactly criticism she could take seriously.
And what, exactly, was she supposed to do with this ice cream cone now?
The ice cream cone was towering in size, white vanilla wrapped around soft chocolate in a delicate twist. The cone itself was wrapped in a napkin and, although Savannah had hurriedly left the Cafe, the ice cream was still beginning to dribble down onto the napkin.
Oh, look, a boy, Savannah thought cheerfully. Boys ate ice cream. Boys ate anything.
"Hi, excuse me" she addressed Slav with a most-innocent smile. "Do you like ice cream?"
...That was probably the strangest opening line ever.