Perse sat alone at a small corner table at saffron sunset ice cream parlor, her posture rigid, legs crossed under the table and one foot bouncing slightly in agitation. Her arms, folded tightly across her chest when she wasn't busy spooning ice cream, signaled just how tense she still was, despite how hard she was trying to hide it.
Her back slouched against the pink plastic chair as she absentmindedly scooped her spoon into the rather large chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream before her, something that would make Maya physically writhe in pain and disgust_ because of her questionable choice in ice cream flavor, its quantity, and the utter disregard of table etiquette.