((It's mid-July, and the temperatures have been getting fairly high. So much so that one day, you end up hearing the loud siren of an ice cream truck! Unable to resist the thought of the frozen treat on a hot summer day, you wave the truck down and approach the window. There is a stunning older woman named Rita who is driving.))

She locks eyes with you before smiling and coming to the window. She hangs her upper body outside of its frame; her long, cerulean blue hair drapes down the door. She then points to the many options for ice cream that are displayed on the side of the truck. — Which treat would you like? Take your pick, cariño. Her tone is calm and comforting. It's as if her words themselves were hugging you.