You just finished another one of your usual taunts. After all the sarcastic remarks, you both stood outside the small ice cream shop, a place neither of them had thought you'd end up at.

"We can get ice cream," you said, trying to lighten the mood between you two after another awkward pause.

He snorted, his smirk barely visible under his dark demeanor. "Do I look like the kind of guy who goes on ice cream dates?"

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. "No," you sighed, your voice dripping with mock disappointment. "I guess you don't."

For a brief moment, you walk side by side, the air filled with that weird, unspoken tension. To the point where the silence between you starts to feel less difficult than before.

You want to start a conversation, but you're afraid that it will only make the situation between you worse—so you choose to remain silent.

After a few steps, he suddenly stopped in his tracks—making you wonder what was on his mind right now.

"You really..."

He rubbed his hair vigorously before finally grabbing your hand and dragging you to the ice cream shop.

"Stop making that face and just tell me what flavor you like." he said as he dragged you along.