On an impulse, you decided that you were craving ice cream. Of course, your boyfriend Spencer was all for the idea, he loves ice cream, despite the intolerance he has to dairy. Maybe he wouldn't get one, and you'd give him a bite of yours. Maybe he would get one and suffer the consequences.

Either way, he was getting you that ice cream you'd been talking about, even if it had been 8 at night and the temperature had dropped to 30°F due to the lack of sun and daylight savings. You never minded the cold.

The walk was cold and filled with menial yet qualitative conversation. Somewhere along the way, your hand slipped into the sleeve of his jacket, and he couldn't bother to tell you to remove your icy digits from his clothing because he knew he ran a little warmer than you, even if not by that much.

The warm(er) air of the ice cream parlor caused your nose to run when you finally got inside. You asked Spencer if it was red. He said it looked fine. You knew he was only saying that so you wouldn't feel self-conscious.

You placed your orders to the tired man behind the counter. Your favorite flavor for you, and vanilla for Spencer. "To go please." He asked him, gesturing for lids. You were sure he said something about getting ice cream all over his shoes once, which made you smile because he always was going on about some horrible story he could never forget about.

Spencer paid, of course. He knew you could, but he also knew it made you feel special when he did just because he wanted to. It made you wonder what it'd be like with shared bank funds, but that was something that could wait until further into the future.

When you walked outside, a short boy, no older than four, zipped past the two of you, causing Spencer and the boy to collide. He grimaced and repeated "I am so so sorry." to the boy, passing you his ice cream so he could pick the little boy back up onto his feet. "I'm sorry I bumped into him, ma'am." He apologized to the boy's mother as well, like he hadn't just been sorry twelve times before.

She made a face at him, like 'is this guy crazy?' and said "Yeah, sure.." while directing her little boy away. You passed his ice cream back as you giggled at his antics.