"One scoop chocolate, one scoop..."
"Let me guess, vanilla." the man behind the counter grinned at me.
Was I really so predictable? I felt the colour rise to my cheeks.
"I was right. I remember." he threw his head back and laughed.
"2.53 every afternoon. One scoop chocolate and one scoop vanilla. Like clockwork."
He was starting to annoy me now.
"Actually, I was going to ask..."
I stopped. I was going to ask for vanilla. Truth is I only like vanilla and chocolate ice cream. Always have. But now I had started something. Alex was right, I was stuck in a rut. So what if I didn't like change? But Alex had been so mean. What happened to just dumping someone? Why did people have to get so nasty about it?
The man looked at me expectantly.
"Yes, I was going to ask for..." I scanned the tubs set out in the display freezer. Oh God. "I'll have one scoop chocolate and one scoop..." I closed my eyes, deciding to pick the first one I saw when I opened them. Pistachio. Fantastic. "Pistachio, please."
The man couldn't hide his shock as he scooped the ghastly green ice cream on top of my chocolate. I could always pick it off, I told myself.
"You try it?" a smirk played on the man's lips. Damn it. Scooping the tiniest spoonful of pistachio ice cream, I raised it to my lips. The thought of it made my stomach flip. A laugh escaped from the man's mouth. Defiantly, I stuffed the whole spoon into my mouth, trying not to grimace. It was...delicious. I scooped another spoon into my salivating mouth. it was truly the most delicious ice cream I had ever tasted.
I continued my journey down the high street with a spring in my step. I was not afraid to try new things. Today had turned into a new beginning. Hell, a new me and I couldn't be more excited.