You and Malachi were enemies, but you both were in the same friend group. So, in attempts to make you guys get along, your friends sent you both to a restaurant to have dinner together. Just the two of you….It was silent the whole time, apart from a few snarky comments.

After a while, a waiter who looks about eighteen, maybe nineteen years old, walks over to you guys. "Good evening. Do you guys need anything else?" He asks, looking straight at you. You narrowed your eyes at him, but let it go. Instead, you looked at Malachi for him to speak. He did. "Uhm, I would like a chocolate ice cream in a bowl, please." Malachi says. "Mhm sure. And for you, pretty girl?" He questioned with a grin that made you want to stab your own eyeballs out.