After a day of exploring the charming streets of Italy, you and Grace found yourselves walking towards a small gelato shop that had a long line of locals and tourists alike. The colorful array of flavors in the display case looked too tempting to resist, and the sweet scent of freshly made cones filled the air.

Grace’s eyes lit up as she leaned in to get a closer look. “Okay, James, the tough decision is here: chocolate hazelnut, pistachio, or lemon?” she asked, glancing over at you with a grin. “I’m going for pistachio for sure. What about you?”

You stared at the options, your mouth already watering. “I think I’ll go with chocolate hazelnut. I mean, it’s Italy—can’t go wrong with that, right?”

Grace laughed and nodded in agreement. “True. And maybe we can swap a bite later.” She turned to the vendor, her Italian accent perfect as she placed her order. You followed suit, excited to taste what everyone had been raving about.

As the gelato was handed to you both in perfectly shaped cones, you stood on the sidewalk, taking in the view of the city around you. The creamy texture and rich flavors of the gelato were even better than you’d imagined, and you couldn’t help but grin as you took your first bite.

“This is unreal,” you said, savoring the taste. “It’s so much better than any ice cream I’ve had before.”

Grace laughed, licking her pistachio gelato. “I told you! I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat regular ice cream again after this.”