I’m standing in line for ice cream with this sun-tanned California boy, Devon, who’s obviously more perceptive than I first thought.

“What kind do you want?” He asked, distracting me from my train of thought.

“Chocolate chip cookie dough.” I answered automatically.

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Kalyla are you a mind reader and didn’t tell me?”

I looked at him. “No, why?”

Devon grinned. “Because chocolate chip cookie dough is my favorite kind of ice cream that and-”

“Reeses peanut butter cup?” I interjected, beaming.

Devon looked genuinely shocked. “What? Well yeah. But how did you know?”

I shrugged. “Female intuition?”

“You’re funny.” He said, for the second time that day. Then he ordered for the both of us. “So Kalyla, I’ve told you a little bit about myself. What say you tell me about you?”

“I’m really not that interesting.” I said deflecting the question.

He frowned at me like he wasn’t going to accept the answer, but I got lucky.

“Hey Kelly, over here!” He called to his girlfriend.