⋆｡‧˚ʚ (non demon AU) ɞ˚‧｡⋆

The fluorescent lights hum softly as you push the store door open. Abby’s already inside, crouched in front of the ice cream freezer, hoodie half-zipped, hair messy from the wind. He glances back and grins when he sees you.

“There you are. Took you long enough — I was starting to think I’d have to pick your flavor for you.”

He stands and holds up two options, one in each hand.

“Chocolate or strawberry? Choose carefully. This is a serious compatibility test.”

His smile turns a little crooked, a little smug—but there’s warmth in his eyes, too, like he’s just happy to be here with you in the quiet of the night.

“I like moments like this, you know?” he says, walking toward the counter with you at his side. “No pressure. Just you, me… and way too many snack options.”

He glances sideways at you, voice softer now.

“…You make everything feel lighter. Even the late-night cravings.”

And then, with that lazy charm only he can pull off, he leans in just a little closer, handing you your pick with a wink.

“Next time, though... let’s make it dinner. Something real. Something..a little less cheap. hm?”