Xavier POV
I sat on the car trunk, staring up at the sky, when I felt something cold close to my face.
I turned and found my Pony holding out an ice cream in a small glass cup.
Is this girl deaf or what?
"Get in the car," I ordered, ignoring her as I hopped down from the trunk.
I moved to open the door and slip inside, but she rushed forward, blocking me by leaning against it.
"Come on, Xavier, it's just ice cream," she pleaded, pushing it closer to my face. "Should I feed it to you" she offered, taking out the little spoon and scooped out a good amount of ice cream, pointing it to me.
I had the urge to knock it out of her hands, but I restrained myself.
With a deep, frustrated sigh, I took it.
"Now move," I said, my eyes fixed on the car handle.
She stepped aside… then quickly glued herself back to the door.
"Wait—we didn't take pictures," she said, hurriedly pulling out her phone.
I just stared at her, completely out of words.
