'Lets go get an ice cream, Gio!' An excited Betty pleaded on spying a large ice cream parlour, as she grabbed him by the hand.

'Erm Betty, the correct term is gelato!' He replied playfully, and in turn she stuck her tongue cheekily out at him.

As they entered the building they were met with the largest counter containing what seemed like millions of different flavours. Betty's eyes lit up and Gio smiled. He could remember the first time he had ever set foot inside one of these shops. They were really amazing, the ice creams looked like large marshmallows, they looked so soft and smooth. And the taste, mmm, they were the best in Rome, if not the world. Well he liked to think so. Betty spun round to face him.

'Oh my god, Gio! How will I ever decide? Look at the size of this counter. Hey! Is this where you got your idea for the biggest condiment bar for your deli?'

He smiled 'Yeah, something like that. Take your time and choose what you want. No limits, have as much as you want.' Betty squealed. As she made her way up and down, deciding between banana and cherry, chocolate orange and bubblegum, toffee and tutti frutti, Gio stood back and chuckled at the scenario. The young man behind the counter was trying his best to help Betty to choose, but indecisive as ever, she kept changing her mind, and the young Italian moved on to help the next tourist with a sweet tooth. Finally, Betty decided on peach and pineapple and was happily licking away, as Gio decided on his usual pistachio and paid.

As they exited back out onto the cobbled courtyard, the warm afternoon air hit them and Gio announced 'Better hurry up and eat, before this melts!'

Both stood there licking, and no matter how fast she tried Betty couldn't eat quickly enough to stop the soft gelato becoming liquefied. It didn't help that Gio was eating his like he was at the South Pole, not one bit of his treat was running down the cone. This only aided to fuel Betty's annoyance as she noticed that her melting ice cream had caused numerous of liquid trails to fall down the cone and along her wrist. Gio tried hard not to laugh at her, for he should have warned her that ice cream and this time of the day did not go well together.

'Urgh Gio! Look at me! Just look!' She held up her arm. He couldn't help but allow for his laughter to escape from between his lips.

'Don't laugh at me! Its not funny!' And with that she stomped off across the courtyard and dumped her delicious treat in the bin. When she returned, Gio was just devouring the last of his cone and licked his lips.

'MmmmMmmm, that was divine'.

'Well I'm glad you enjoyed it. I just had to throw the best ice cream ever in the bin. And look, my arm is all sticky' As she spoke she pouted her lips.

Taking her arm in his hand, he pulled her wrist in line with his mouth and softly run his tongue along the ice cream trail. Betty giggled. 'Stop that, people are watching'

'But you taste so good!' He said whilst giving her a slight wink before returning her arm to her side.

'How could you eat yours without getting in any mess?' She quizzed.

'Well, us Italians have a certain knack to eating ice cream at this time of day. The best time to eat one is at 6pm, not too hot you see. It allows you to eat all of it and not throw it away.' He laughed, he knew what was coming.

'So why didn't you tell me?'

'Maybe I wanted to see you get in such a mess, and you gotta admit B, it was funny. Plus, if I had of told you, I wouldn't have been able to lick you clean would I?'

'Okay, so it was kinda funny. But still, I didn't get to eat much of mine. Its not fair, it was so nice as well.' She stuck out her bottom lip.

'Well' Gio began whilst taking her lovingly in the hand and guiding her in the direction of the Trevi Fountain 'how about you, me and a gelato…at 6?' Betty turned to look him in the face, her eyes smiling. She leaned up to place a soft kiss upon his lips.

'Sounds perfect.'