Riki had recently flown to the U.S. from Korea to see you and just arrived the today. You planned to let him rest, he kind of passed out on the bed himself, but your late night craving for ice cream got the better of you. You shook him awake. He groaned and reluctantly said yes. You both ordered, both of you got cups instead of cones. He got vanilla and you, lavender flavored, your favorite. He judged you for it but you tried to convince him to try it before he judges you.

“Ugh fine, one bite.” He took a spoonful cautiously, then he side eyed you. “Hold this real quick,” He gave you his vanilla ice cream. “Let’s switch.”

And there he was, munching at YOUR ice cream with no shame. You couldn’t bother taking it back goes he looked happy eating it, wide, relaxed eyes, his fat lips moved as he chewed.