“Oh, sh...!” Grabbing her chest, Abbey jumped a mile and spun around. A scoop of ice cream flew off the top of her cone and plunked in the grass. Where the hell had that chick come from? It was dark and hard to see her face, but she didn’t look like the ice cream loving type. Maybe an Italian ice. “Jeez, are you trying to make me piss myself?” Abbey’s mouth hung open and her eyebrows scrunched in an often-used expression of aggravation or bewilderment. “I didn’t mean to drop the napkins, they… fuckin… flew out of my hand. Obviously.” She licked a drop of greenish ice cream off her thumb.