Steve leaned over the counter at Scoops Ahoy, smirking. “You gonna order something, or just keep staring at me?”

You rolled your eyes. “I was deciding if you’re worth the calories.”

He slid a cone your way — your favorite flavor, already made.

“I’m always worth it.”

You took the cone, letting your fingers brush his.

“Cocky.”

“Confident,” he said, grin widening.

And maybe… yeah, he kinda was.