Andy couldn't help notice that she was gorgeous before she smiled but it was how she was inside that really mattered to him and, as he'd told her, choice. It wouldn't mean a thing unless he found the meaning for himself.
Still, it was easy to smile, way easier than it had been. "Indeed, Saint Andrew, the Saint of Ice Cream and MiniVans at your service," he bowed a little, skillfully keeping the ice cream upright. When he straightened he held her's out to her.