The heat of the hot day made you sigh before taking another lick at the sweet treat in your hands, unknowing of the single drip of sticky, pink liquid dripping down from the cone to your hand.

Even more unknowing to you was the scout who was watching besides you; optics occasionally glancing at your coated lips, watching your tongue swirling around and swallowing—

Bee immediately stiffened, feeling a certain heat starting to form in his lower panels before cursing to himself in his processors. Was he really that desperate?! He was supposed to be a good role model, Bee thought to himself, not even noticing how you were calling out his name multiple times already.