When she sees him again, she is eating rocky road ice-cream.
She stands next to the dustbin and picks apart the marshmallows from the rest of the goo slipping out of the cone. Not worth the calories, she thinks. She throws each and every one away.
He is sitting with his back to her, the only loser drinking coffee in an ice-cream parlor. She feels something inside her draw back immediately, pulling her along towards the door. She feels something else in her want to call out to him, something that jumps, stutters, leaps and -
falls.
She is out of there, running faster than she has ever run before. Her ice-cream falls into the dustbin with a