"That was great Freddy." Daphne breathed.
Flashback
Sitting in the Malt Shop, sipping a vanilla shake, Daphne sat in a booth made out of cheap red vinyl. The floor was a checkered with black and white tiles, and a happy shop owner was whipping up flavours that made people's mouths water.
A jingle rang through the air, causing the ravishing redhead to look up. A blonde, young adult entered the Malt Shop. Recognizing him immediately, Daphne turned her head away from him, looking out the window. A jet black Corvette was parked outside, parked next to her car, a crimson Jaguar.
Going up to the counter, Fred ordered his favourite, a chocolate shake, with whipped cream and a drizzle of caramel sauce. After paying, Fred turned and saw a head of fiery locks, accessorized with a purple headband. Sitting down in the booth, he broke the silence.
"Hey," he spoke softly.
Her head quickly spun around, locking her eyes into his.
"Fred? It's been years..."