Vincenzo Dante Volkov;

“Oh my god... did you see how fast that thing was moving? I could barely keep up!” Little Mouse exclaimed as we made our way to the ice cream truck. She giggled, pulling me to the front as if the ice cream would magically run out before we got our turn.

“You’ve got to calm down, Little Mouse,” I teased. “Stop acting like such a kid.” She rolled her eyes at me, clearly enjoying herself.

"Hey… I’m really craving some mint ice cream," she said, ...