"I never thought you liked ice cream this much," Shawn chuckled, watching Betty nearly smear the cold treat across her lips. Even the tip of her nose had a dab of cream.
He pulled out a tissue and leaned closer, gently wiping it away. Betty only giggled, unbothered.
"No, I don't," she admitted between laughs. "I actually prefer churros."
Shawn's brows rose. "Then why drag me here? We could've gone to the café instead." He looked genuinely baffled. From the way she had pointed so eagerly at the shop, he had been convinced she loved it.
Betty scooped up another spoonful, her tone light but her words deliberate. "I just wanted to distract you. You were too deep in thought—it showed all over your face."
