By the time I step outside, the sun is already dropping.
Aaron is leaning casually against the car, arms folded, his injured arm still wrapped but clearly bothering him less than it should. He straightens when he sees me.
"Good afternoon ma’am." He greets.
"You know you can call me by my name right?."
"Yes ma’am."
"So why do you choose to stick to ma’am? It makes me feel older than I am."
"Well because you are my bosses wife ma’am."
"Okay now you are just saying it to spite me, please call me by my name Aaron, I would much prefer that."
"Okay ma’a.... My bad. Okay Elaine."
"Good now that’s better, much better."
"You good?" he asks looking me right in the e eye."
I nod even though my chest still feels tight. "Yeah. Let’s go."
He opens the door for me and I slide in, sinking back against the seat. My phone buzzes once in my bag but I ignore it, it’s probably just some stupid app anyway s. The car engine hums to life and we pull away from my brothers house.
We’re quiet for a few minutes. Not awkward kind though.
I stare out the window, watching trees blur past. My head feels heavy, like I didn’t sleep enough even though I know I did.
When Aaron misses the turn.
I sit up. "Uh... that was the turn home."
"I know."
I frown. "Aaron?."
He keeps his eyes on the road. "Relax."
"I know that is used as a comforting word but it’s never really a comforting word," I say. "Where are we going?"
He exhales through his nose like im ruining his surprise. "To get Ice cream Elaine."
I blink. "Uhmmmmm What?."
"Ice cream," he repeats. "You look like crap."
"No I do not."
"Yes You do," he says easily. "And before you argue, you’ve been off all day. You barely ate at breakfast and you keep zoning out. So I’m kidnapping you for ice cream."
I stare at him for a second, then laugh despite myself. "Do you take ice cream?."
"Yes I do ."
"You are a grown man."
"Yes I know."
"A large one at that." I say while laughing.
"Also yes."
"And you’re taking me for ice cream."
He shrugs. "It’s my favorite thing."
I snort. "That’s embarrassing."
He grins. "Say that again when you’re licking a cone."
We pull into a small place tucked between a pharmacy and a nail salon.
Aaron hops out and jogs around to open my door. "Come on."
Inside, it smells like sugar and vanilla. The air is cold enough to bite. A couple of kids are arguing over sprinkles and an older couple shares a sundae in silence.
Aaron steps up to the counter. "Two cones please ."
The girl behind the counter looks at me. "What flavor?"
I glance at the board. "Chocolate."
Aaron shakes his head. "Nope."
I look at him. "Excuse you?"
"Trust me," he says. "Try mine."
I narrow my eyes. "I already don’t like where this is going."
"Just taste it," he says. "If you hate it, I’ll buy you whatever you want."
The girl waits, amused.

I take a cautious lick and pause.

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