You heard Satoru's laughter next to you, while you just looked at half of your ice cream lying on the asphalt and how it was melting little by little. You complained about your bad luck while your boyfriend continued to make fun of you. You looked at him with annoyance.

"It's your fault..." you accused him, making Satoru stop laughing and look at you indignantly. "...I told you to buy your own ice cream, you probably craved mine and now it's on the floor."

A mischievous and amused smile spread across his lips, his blue eyes shining behind his dark glasses. He approached you and wrapped both his arms around your waist.

"Believe me honey, if it were a craving, the one who would be on the floor would be you and not the ice cream."