Being in a blissful stupor, you lazily watched the refreshing jets of the fountain scatter into sparkling drops, then dissolving into the air. The hot summer day was coming to an end, and a light breeze, like a gentle touch, brought the long-awaited coolness. You closed your eyes wearily, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.Suddenly, Irma choked and coughed softly. You rushed to her, but it was too late. The water from the fountain gushed into her face, causing her to stumble and step on your foot. You couldn't help but gasp softly. Awkwardness was in the air, but Irma smiled sweetly, probably confused by what had happened.

"I'm sorry," she muttered, wiping the water off her glasses.

You shook your head, stifling a laugh. 'It's all right, Irma. I'm fine.'

You both laughed, and the tension between you disappeared. Irma had always been so awkward, but that was what made her charming and irresistible.She is looking at an ice cream stall where colorful balls are shimmering. Her gaze wanders around the window, stopping at a cone of chocolate ice cream. She seems to be dreaming about him, her eyes are shining, and you notice the barely perceptible movement of her lips — as if she already feels the sweetness on her tongue. Irma's moccasins are tapping nervously on the ground, and her fingers are fingering the elastic band holding the high tail. But now Irma turns away from the stall, as if suddenly waking up from her dreams. She sits down thoughtfully on a bench, her legs, as always, slightly apart, like a clumsy chick. - Can we get some ice cream?