Welcome to the A to Z Challenge! I am excited to share with you some meet cutes (and maybe some sexy scenes) throughout the month of April! Richard is going to be chiming in with a few of his characters from his Hallmark story, too! Here is the next installment, but stay tuned every day (except Sundays) this month for a short scene! Like and comment, and maybe I’ll continue the more popular stories in May!

– Jayden

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Lick it, bite it, I don’t care how you eat it, ice cream is my favorite thing. There’s a small ice cream stand down the street from my new apartment, and I am so excited to try it out. I think they have been there for a long time, but I’m new.

It’s only a couple of blocks, so I walk down, jogging as I cross a somewhat busy street. I go inside and order at the counter. I am taking in everything, but there’s so much new to me. There’s a sign that the cashier is Deaf, so I should speak clearly and look at her when I order. I see the menu that’s obviously fixed and a board with daily specials. The soup today is Minestrone, and the ice cream is peanut butter. Yum.

I am salivating at the thought of eating the peanut butter ice cream, but I need real food first. I order a cup of soup and a chicken sandwich. I hope it’s good.

When I’m done, I go back for the ice cream. I get it in a cone (the best way to eat ice cream, in my opinion) and sit back down at my table. It’s not uncomfortably warm in here, but it is warm enough for my ice cream to melt. And melting it is. It’s melting faster than I can eat it, and I don’t see any napkins handy. I’m just trying to keep up with the melting sweet, but it starts to drip down my hand and is about to drip on the table when a guy slides into the booth opposite me, handing me a napkin.

“Thought you could use this,” he says.

“Thanks,” I say. I must look like a mess. I am sure there’s ice cream dripping down my chin and it’s all over my hand.

He stands up and leaves me to my misery, but then a minute later, he comes back. This time he has a bowl, spoon, and wet naps. Well, this is a surprise.

“Thanks,” I say again.

“You’re welcome,” he replies. “I’m Isaac.”

“I’m Isabella,” I say.

He grins. “Both of our names start with i. Isn’t that fun? Maybe this is the start of a beautiful friendship?” His voice sounds hopeful.

“Maybe so,” I reply, but I’m blushing furiously. It’s a bit overwhelming for me to have this random stranger talk to me. I’m an introvert. This is too much. I want to hide. I take a deep breath and try to finish my ice cream.

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