ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

"Yeah, right. Of course you do." Everyone knows about his... past with the ladies. He flashes a meek smile and flickers his gaze to her then back down again. "Can you tell me... what it is like? So I can fake it," he tacks on, like that wasn't his primary reason for asking. But of course it was. Wasn't it? He begins to scrap up the last of what's fallen to the bottom of his bowl, cookie dough and brownie pieces, sprinkles and hot fudge. Even without ice cream it's all good in a way you know it shouldn't be. ...Kind of like this, now. He's having a good time. He wasn't expecting that.