Ice Cream
The first real date Danny takes her on, as an established couple, is to an ice cream parlor. The place is tiny, a few towns over and apparently well known for their homemade concoctions that range from simple vanilla to more decadent flavors like red velvet. Lacey has never heard of it, and this is Danny's first time going there. They drive past the establishment several times in their search as they laugh; playfully arguing over whether they should stop for directions.
Eventually they park the car, taking their search to foot as they explore the neighboring town. It's very much like their own, small with a homely feel for those that are included. They watch as pairs and groups of people wander the street, greeting each other and stopping to make small talk. They remain unnoticed, strangers to the town's inhabitants.
"This is nice," Lacey says, smiling in his direction and tightening her hold on his hand. In Green Grove, they aren't able to walk down the street undisturbed, glares and hushed whispers always following in their wake.
"Yeah," Danny agrees, lightly swinging their arms between them, his own smile in place. He's glad to have suggested the outing; the pressure of the town's disapproval was beginning to weigh on their budding relationship. They need the time alone, away from the negativity, to reconnect and remind one another why they belong together.
Finally coming upon the ice cream parlor, Danny holds the door open for her. He ushers her inside as they embark on the rest of their evening, putting Green Grove and its troublesome residents far from their minds.