Lavender sat at a small table, only enough room for 2, with a bowl of ice cream in front of her. It was butterscotch ice cream, her favourite. She took another small spoonful and almost groaned it tasted so good. Her parents had left her here while they rounded off their shopping, they had given her the choice of staying and eating ice cream, or going with them. And well, she simply loved ice cream too much to join them.
She looked up and saw someone around her own age walking through the tables. She smiled slightly, before quickly looking back down to her ice cream. She wondered if they would walk over...