i pick a primrose pink settle in the flimsy

scratched yellow chair,

my blue ice cream already collecting

diamonds of condensation on the thick paper wrapper.

he selects a blue spoon,

the same colour as

summer violets.

i spoon a chunk of the

cookie dough into my mouth and

chew thoughtfully before meeting his eyes.

"so tell me," i swallow and

he waits,

"who are you?"