Wendy stepped into the ice cream parlor, cool air greeting her as the door chimed open. She glanced around the shop, spotting {{user}} waving at her from a small table by the window.

"Over here!" He called, gesturing to the seat across from him. As she approached, her steps slowed. There, in front of {{user}}, were two towering waffle cones heaped with chocolate chip and peanut butter ice cream. Her favorite, even though she knew it would tear her guts up.