Chapter 2018 A Romantic Ice Cream:>Ep3
- I extended my hand, but instead she pecked me on the cheek. As Jordan returned to her work, she paused and looked back at me. Raising her hand in farewell, she winked, before half-running into the shop.
- My young friend - I dared to so describe her - left in her wake a man who suddenly felt differently about the World, and maybe differently about himself. Religion and I had agreed a trial separation long before Beth and I had done the same thing, but I did momentarily contemplate the existence of angels.
- Dismissing the fanciful and fevered thought, I quickly finished my ice cream. When I sat down in the car, I took a moment to touch my face, perhaps expecting some physical evidence of Jordan's kiss, so deep an impression had the young woman made on me. But my fingers only brushed the strange numbness of scar tissue and the roughness of day-old stubble. Maybe, I told myself, I should shave before my next visit to Mezny's.