“Alright then,” he said, Jaz wriggling on his shoulders. He let her down, holding her hand instead.
“This ice cream place is amazing,” he said as they rounded a corner. He continued down the street, occasionally pointing out a place or two. Soon, he stopped in front of a small parlor.
Jaz pushed the door open, holding it for the rest of the party. Ray let Kendra walk in first, taking up behind as Jaz shut the door.
The parlor was small and fifties themed, old static speakers playing rhythm & blues. Ray took a seat on a small stool near the front counter, smiling at the man who walked up to greet them. Jaz sat in Ray’s lap, gazing up at the menu.
“Hey Jon,” Ray greeted the old man. “How are you?”
The man smiled widely as he watched Jaz teeter her head, mumbling at all the flavors on the menu.
“I’m doing just fine,” he said matter-of-factly. “Always a pleasure to see you. And this,” his gaze drifted over to Kendra. “Who might this be?”