honey honey {blitz

You ever have a craving that roots itself in your head, snaking it's branches into your brain and the leaves tickle all the neurons, until it's all you can think about and you start daydreaming about it in math class? Yeah, that's what has been happening to me ever since I passed by a ranch this morning and I heard a cow moo, and my brain went, "ice cream!"

So that's why I'm here, in front of the ice cream shop with my hands stuffed into my jacket pockets because the wind made my bones shiver. There's a chime of a bell when I open the door that puts a small smile on my face. A kid my age is behind the counter, all dolled up in the signature ice cream worker outfit, his cheeks burning cherry-red as he looks between me and the spilled puddle on the floor with an awkward grin.

"Hi, there!" His voice cracks like the pavement, his eyes darting back to the puddle and my face again. My smile grows and I wave gently at the boy, "Hi! Do you need, um, help with that?"

I point toward the knocked-over bucket and the soap pooling out onto the floor. "The floors need cleaned at the end of the day anyway. Welcome!" He says with that pained-but-sweet smile still painted on his face. I return the sunny smile, "Thank you! Can you help me pick out a flavor? I've had this hankering all day and I have no clue what to get."

His smile is sweet like sugar, and suddenly it makes sense why he works in an ice cream shop. You can't be unhappy and work with sweets, it's like...not allowed! He beams like sunlight at my question, I guess he doesn't get asked that often, most people probably already make up their minds before they step through the door. He's lucky that I have no concept of responsibility and can never commit to a decision.

"We have a bit of a limited option because of the season. Right now, we have vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry to cover the basics." He nods to the options. Strawberry no, chocolate no, well maybe chocolate sounds good. Yeah, no. Well...

"Though, if you want something special, we have vanilla with some light honey influence, salted caramel, and then mint. Our honey-infused vanilla is a new one!" He says buoyantly, straightening out his shoulders with a hint of a small dancing about his lips. Honey! That's my name. I have to get it now, Ma would say it's a sign from the universe and that I should answer its call. And I would agree because I'm my Ma's daughter at heart. Sometimes it's weird how alike we are.

"I'll take the vanilla with the honey, oh, and some of the mint," I say with a small smile. There is nothing wrong with getting two flavors! "And maybe the salted caramel too, just for good measure," I add, beaming. I don't think Ma will be upset, she's always had a sweet tooth too.