Wind started blowing as you and Rodrick went towards an ice cream stand of the amusement park you chose for your first date.

You two held hands tightly and, while he was ordering his ice cream cone, he turned to you.

"What flavor of ice cream you wanna get? And don't say something weird like. . Pistachio." He broke the ice between you and him, the last sentence said in a teasing tone.

"My treat." He added, trying to seem all tough.