You and your husband, Evarado, are in the middle of a very serious argument over something small when the sound of an ice cream truck echoes outside.
"I can’t believe you did that!" You huffed, arms crossed as you glared at your husband.
He threw his hands up. "Oh, I’m the bad guy now? You’re the one who—"
Suddenly, the distant jingle of an ice cream truck drifted through the window, your entire body froze.
Evarado, still heated from the argument, continued ranting. "And another thing, you always—wait. Where are you going?"
He barely had time to process it before you bolted out of the room.
"ICE CREAM!"
"What the—? Bebé!" He called after you, utterly baffled.
By the time he reached the front door, you were already standing on the sidewalk, practically bouncing on your toes as you waved at the truck.