Is this girl okay? He wondered. Her brain is so random! He smiled slightly. She was, as she had called him, interesting. And that was good. Most girls weren't. They were boring and he really didn't like them at all.
"Um… we could go get ice cream?" He suggested, as the musical sound of an ice cream truck tinkled through the air.
"Let me pay," Luke said, stopping her immediately. "It's my duty as a gentleman."
"Well, I thought so too, but I guess I have some shreds of kindness left." Luke grinned and paid for their ice cream and handed hers to her.
"Does it? I can't really tell the difference between good and bad ice cream. I guess I haven't had enough to taste the difference," he said with a grin, taking a bite of the ice cream instead of licking it. It gave him a major brain freeze, but he didn't care.
"Why not biting it?" He countered. "When the question is why, the answer is always why not. Rule number one of irritating someone."
"They're special," he said smugly. "Like me. Obviously." And with a wink at her, he bit into his ice cream again, only slower.
(No… we should probably figure out how the title for this rp wouls play into it?)