Molly frowned.“Is that a problem?” Justin asked.“It’s just that if you are getting a small, I have to get a small, right?”Justin snorted, and then gave her a look that said he was waiting for an explanation. He let one person go in front of them in line.“Just something I heard.” Molly looked away.“Molly have you never been on a date?”“I’ve been on dates!” she said. “Like two.” She looked for dust on the floor so she didn’t have to see Justin’s face.“Molly, you are getting a large.” He moved up in line. “Have you decided what flavor?”“I’ll decide what size, thanks.”Justin threw up his hands and laughed. “All right, Miss Independent. As it should be.”After they picked up their ice cream, they turned to look for seating. Molly looked at hers in disgust. Somehow mixing rice milk with pistachio flavor had resulted in something like Shrek’s skin in a blender.“That looks bad,” Justin said. He took a seat in a booth at the corner and she sat on the other side.
