“Deal,” she said, ripping the wrapper with her teeth.
“Lemon again tomorrow?” he asked.
Neither of them moved. The popsicle stick in her hand was just a wet splinter now. Leo’s was gone too. The only thing left was the faint, sweet sourness on their tongues and the growing dusk outside. lemon popsicle netflix
“ Our Planet ?”
The door creaked. Leo.
“ Murder Mystery ?”
“ Isle of Dogs ?” he asked.
She looked at the melting yellow drip trailing down her knuckle. “Too hot to watch penguins freeze.”
He smiled, and this time it lingered.
“You’re the only person I know who buys lemon popsicles in a blackout,” she shot back. But her voice had gone soft.
“Yeah.”