"But...I...what?" Victor manages to get out before the napkin is tucked and an ice cream is shoved into his hand. It was nice, a cool treat on a hot day, but it was also stressful and odd and this odd woman just shoved an ice cream into his hand.
"I...don't quite understand. It's finals, miss. I'm just trying to study," Victor said, waving the literature book for emphasis. "Damned Byron and his ridiculous prose..."
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"I...don't quite understand. It's finals, miss. I'm just trying to study," Victor said, waving the literature book for emphasis. "Damned Byron and his ridiculous prose..."