“Why on earth are you taking mint ice-cream? Are you some kind of frost queen?”

Chloe eyed Amir, who kept staring at her in wonder as if her liking her ice cream was a big crime.

“It’s not as bad as you are making it sound,” she answered.

“I’ll just stick to my chocolate,” he gave up trying to understand her.

“So,” with a smirk, she licked off some cream on her spoon, “why does this guy we’re going to meet like ice cream so much?” Her eyes flickered to the huge box ...