She saw him at the counter and recognized him immediately. She hadn't seen him in...what, 2 years? But he still looked the same. He was still rather on the chubby side but his weight was better distributed among his body, which stood at about 6 feet. His goggles had been replaced with yellow-lensed spectacles and his pilot hat was gone in favor of an ice-cream cap. Still, it was nice to see Hoagie Gilligan again after so long. She walked over to the counter.
"Hey, what can I get you?" He asked, looking at her appreciatively. Abby smirked. She hadn't expected him to remember her, of course, but the complete lack of recognition was a bit off-putting. She ordered a strawberry double-scoop and leaned on the counter.
Hoagie grinned, tipping his hat over his messy red-brown hair and typed this order into the computer as she swiped her card, tearing off the receipt when it printed out.
"Alright, so, I'll need your signature here, and--" He raised an eyebrow at her, "--your phone number." Abby raised an eyebrow of her own, scribbling her name and number on the paper.
"Why d'you need my number, anyway?" She asked, amused.
"So I can call you. Duh." He said, grinning again as he grabbed the ice cream scoop and dunked it into the container of strawberry. "What do you say?"
Abby blinked, taken aback slightly by this sudden proposition, but recovered quickly, brushing a strand of hair behind her hair. She was glad to know that, even if he had forgotten it all, he was a quick learner. Refreshing to know that things could start fresh, and that even if their past together had been forgotten, new memories could made. She
tipped her hat back, smiling, and grabbed the cone as he handed it to her, pushing the receipt towards him and tipping him a wink.
"I say...scoop me, baby."
