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Gelato A Short Story by Sophie E. M.

Rays of the setting sun fell on a warm square in Florence, Italy, accompanying the sweet smell of Jasmin drifting through the air. It was late afternoon- most of the concession stalls were beginning to close, and the crowd of tourists was thinning.

A small hubbub emerged from a group a school girls standing at a gelato stand. The cause of their fuss was an incredibly handsome young man boasting perfect dark hair and intriguingly teal sparkling eyes. Although his beauty was un-matchable, the reason for the shocked giggles came from the girl standing next to him. She wore a sky blue tunic embroidered with purple hydrangea blossoms and suspicious long gray gloves. Shoulder-length blonde hair complimented her golden flecked brown eyes, giving her a certain air of elegance.

“We should probably go,” she mumbled as they traversed the line. “They’re staring.”

“It’s ok,” the boy said, twining his fingers around hers. “I don’t mind.” He flashed a beautiful smile, making the girl’s heart melt into honey.

“Fine. This better be good- and don’t think you’ll get off without telling me why we’re here.” He smiled again, squeezing her hand.

“Don’t worry. Gelato makes everything better.” He was right- the melone  gelato was heaven in a cup. The boy guided her over to a canopied table, shielding them from the blinding sun. They ate in silence for the first few minutes before the boy spoke.

“You’re fidgeting again,” he said, calming her restless hand.

“I know. It’s just, being here-“

“Reminds you of when we were banished,” he finished for her. They glanced at the shop owner- the very person who had started their journey.

“I was thinking we could do some trust exercises,” he continued. “And I wanted to be on our own.” The way he emphasized the last word set off the hummingbird in the girl’s heart.

Don’t worry, he said. It’ll be easy.

Ok,the girl agreed. Before she could ask what to do, he took both her hands and squeezed them tightly. Ever so slowly, he leaned in- his lips touching hers in a comforting embrace. They stayed like that for a while- together in the fading sun.

“I love you, Sophie Foster,” he said.

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