17 Ice cream
First flicking her hand to get rid of the stream of ice cream melting down her finger, Usagi then raised the ice cream toward her lips, which was gloriously awaiting the life altering sweeteness she just knewww would greet them. Before she was allowed a taste, there was a tinkle of bells, a thud, a splat and lastly a shriek, that was her own. Usagi tore her eyes away from the un-licked ball of ice cream sitting on the floor at her feet to the dark haired man who had ravaged his way through the door and into the arcade.
"HEY MISTER!" she yelled out, her fists clamped by her sides, making the man turn around. She recognised him immediately as that baka, Mamoru who had bumped into her that time and teased her about her grades. She rocketed from angry to … well... really angry !
"YOU KNOCKED MY ICECREAM OUT OF MY HANDS. YOU OWE ME A NEW ONE!" she fumed.
He raised an eyebrow, his face arrogant and condescending.
"You shouldn't have been standing in front of the door way, idiot. You can buy yourself a new ice cream"
Usagi threw her head back as tears streamed from her eyes, and sobs from her mouth. Throwing his hands over his ears, Mamoru motioned for her to quit her crying.
"Arghhh, my ears! It's bad enough you look like a baby with those dumb buns on your head without you sulking like one!"
Usagi instantly stopped crying, her face now a fuming pout. Mamoru breathed out an exaggerated sigh of relief at the silence and turned his back to face the counter. Taking her opportunity, Usagi dropped to the floor, picked up what she could of the surprisingly still intact ice cream and launched it toward that arrogant jerk, hitting him square between the shoulders. Without waiting to see his reaction, she turned and ran out of the arcade as fast as her legs could take her.
"ODAAANGO"
She heard his shout from a street and a half away.