An average girl walks into a little store.

The walls and furniture decorated in white, pink and teal.

A elderly couple sitting in the middle of the room.

A single mother in the corner, trying to calm down her four children.

A college boy studying at one of the front tables.

She walks to the counter, where a boy with curly dark hair and freckles gives her a warm smile.

She smiles back and asks kindly for her favourite ice cream.

The same ice cream she gets no matter where she is, no matter the season.

The boy writes down the order in loopy writing.

The girl waits patiently thinking of things that she thinks on a regular basis.

Like if there are planets somewhere in different shapes.

Like if there are trees in abnormal colours like purple and blue.

And what some other person, on the other side of the world, is doing right now.

The curly haired boy returned to the front counter with the girls ice cream.

The girl smiled and paid for the ice cream.

Making sure to leave a nice tip.

She walked to the corner booth in the front of the store.

She took a seat and looked out at the people walking by on the other side of the glass.

She licked her ice cream as she thought about the other people who visit here.

How many awkward first dates were here.

How many kids were here, because their parents promised them ice cream to make them stop screaming.

How many people come here just for their favourite ice cream.

How it was just a ordinary ice cream parlour, yet so much has happen here.

There was nothing special about the place to any passer-byer.

But to so many people it probably was.

It was just that little ice cream parlour.