For Belgium

[deutschemann]

[He arrived an hour early before the promised time despite spending all night reading on manuals about what to do on dates. He's learned from his past experiences and made sure the books he got had some credibility. So now he's wearing something comfortable and less formal. Just a simple brown coat, beige dress shirt, light brown slacks, and clean cut loafers.]

[He's also holding a small present which he keeps inside his pants pocket for later. No flowers, nothing too big. He wouldn't want to give too much of an impression. No, never again. Hopefully, this time it would go well without any misunderstandings.]

Comments

I am! I'm recovering quite well! I hope you and your family are alright too.

[deutschemann]

Two scoops? Are you going to eat it by yourself?

[First beer, now ice cream. She has quite the stomach. If she will eat it alone, he'd have to order for himself.]

Good. And we're alright-ish. Getting by.

[bellabelgium]

Did you want more than that? I figured a scoop each would be nice but if you want more we can get more.

That's good. Take care of yourself, ok?

[deutschemann]

A scoop each is fine.

[He places the order, and within a few minutes, two scoops of lemon sorbet appears...


...on one cone.]