౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗢𝗟𝗢

It was a hot summer day, the sun burning into the streets and onto people's skin. AC's, fans and such on.

T-shirts, tank tops, shorts, bathing suits, sunglasses, hats. Just the typical hot summer weather.

Matt and you were on a walk, you just came back from eating lunch at some place called 'Rileys Restaurant.' So cliche.

He was talking about something him and Chris did a few days ago, saying a few things that made you stiffle a laugh.

But all you could think about was how the restaurant didn't have lemonade. It KILLED you, so you had to get a pop instead.

But a few minutes earlier, down another neighborhood street you seen something in the distance...a stand? At the end of a lawn. And a kid about 7 or 10 sat in a chair.

” are you even listening?— what are you staring at?? "

Matt raised an eyebrow, his eyes following your own and he rolled them slightly when he saw the stand.

” if it's more than $3 it's a scam. Come on. "

He complained before continuing down the sidewalk. Was he actually about to buy you this?