Gabriel loved ice cream, and he loved hot people even more, so when he saw the new icecream man, he couldn't resist going up to the stand and waiting in line, even though he knew that the ice cream he was selling wasn't the best in the world. He was going to order something, so it's not like he's going up there for the sole purpose of making the guy uncomfortable. There were a lot of kids in line in front of him, but it was worth the wait. He strode up to the window of the truck.
"Hey, I think you should move! The ice cream is melting!" Gabriel grinned, enjoying the confused look on the man's face.
"Excuse me?" the man quirked an eyebrow and Gabriel grinned even more.
"Because you're hot." he finished, winking. The man laughed and Gabriel glanced down at his uniform, because damn, and saw his nametag. Did ice cream men even wear those? Well, it didn't matter because this one did, and his name was 'Sam'.
"Okay, well I'll have a vanilla ice cream cone. With sprinkles." Gabriel smirked. "If the ice cream hasn't all melted yet."
Sam chuckled again and started to make his order. Gabriel stared at him. When did the uniforms of ice cream men get so form-fitting? He heard someone clear their throat, so he glanced up and saw the ice cream man looking at him in amusement.
"Here's your ice cream..." Sam raised his eyebrow.
"Gabriel." he stated, grabbing his ice cream and paying the man, with a generous tip of course. "Thank you, Sammy." he said casually, strolling away to sit on a nearby bench. Dammit. He was going to have to come here more. And not for the ice cream.