After finishing his meal, Aiden exited the building, and from that point on, Mira and Erik were on their own. The remnants of their earlier conversation were still present, giving the atmosphere of the inn a gloomy, heavy quality.
"Want to get some fresh air?" Mira suggested, her voice soft yet eager. "I could go for an ice cream right about now."
Erik raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Ice cream, really?"
Mira shrugged with a playful grin. "Hey, sometimes the little things help, right?" Erik replied.
As a result, they found themselves out in the fresh air and were drawn toward a quaint and cozy ice cream shop sandwiched between two more significant buildings. The teeny bell started to jingle as soon as they walked through the door, and the aroma of freshly baked waffle cones welcomed them. Before making their decisions, they paused for a few moments to consider the variety of flavors available.
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