Diana felt the blood rush to her face. The cold, sticky, white ice-cream trickle down the cone, running over and in between her trembling fingers. "Diana, watch out! You'll have to hurry and eat that ice cream before it melts," Steve exclaimed.

Diana was too lost I her thoughts to notice that he even spoke; her mind was too focused on this so called "ice-cream". "I suppose one lick couldn't hurt" she told herself. Her tongue lunged towards the ice-cream without hesitation. She suddenly felt conflicted as her face got hotter but the feeling of the ice-cream sent a cold shiver down her throat.

"I-I-I" she stammered. "I love it! Steve, we must get more of this "ice-cream"".

"Alright..." Steve said. "At least finish that one first".

Diana slowly wrapped her tongue around the sticky cone, licking away the ice-cream. After she had finished devouring the cold treat she began to lick the remaining cream off of her fingers. Ice-cream had definitely just be one her new favourite food.