“The woman at the next table is making eyes at you,” Lanie said, whispering conspiratorially.“Really? What does she make them out of? Cloth?”

“The woman at the next table is making eyes at you,” Lanie said, whispering conspiratorially.“Really? What does she make them out of? Cloth?”

“Do you think they have ice cream here?” Lanie asked.Kyle cocked his eyebrow, obviously surprised by her question. “I have no idea. Why do you ask?”“Because I like ice cream when I’m stressed,” she replied, thinking she wasn’t just stressed. She was burning up and needed something cold.“I don’t mean to cause you anxiety. Don’t worry. I’ll get you ice cream whether they have it here or not, if that’s what you want.”“Wow, Kyle, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” she replied with a smile.”