"It's an ice cream truck!"
Small feet pounded against the ground. Children rushed, parents groaned, but the biggest surprise was the fifteen-year-old racing against all of the little kids.
Sora was first in line. " So, got anything special today?" he asked with a goofy grin, resting his elbow on the truck's small counter.
"Well... We got some kinda new ice cream," said the man, his eyes tired and bored. He seemed unamused by this odd stranger. The man pulled something out from inside the freezer.
"Salty, then sweet!" read the print on the ice cream's wrapper.
Sora's smile faded.