The popsicle was orange
The popsicle was orange. Not just orange flavored, but neon orange in color. Leon hadn't seen one that bright before in his life, though he would be the first to admit that watching popsicles was not one of his pastimes. He rarely even noticed them actually, except as a hint that summer was coming and all the kids were eating them.
But as the slightly melted, flavored stick traced D's lips, Leon had to admit it would have been a struggle to drag his eyes away. He didn't even bother, because he knew D was watching the one he had.
