"TOOTY, TOOTY, TOOTY, TOOT!"

The pair was interrupted by a very cheerful man, with a bright red scarf and an even brighter smile.

This man, known as André, was one of the finest (and loudest) ice cream makers in Paris; apparently, if you shared one of his ice creams, you were destined to be together!

That being said... you could still share one as friends...right?

Right.

"Hello, boys - would you care for an icecream?" André asked them Joyously, his happy eyes sparkling at the shy (couple?) in front of him.

"Sorry André," Marc began, "i don't have any money..."

Just as he said that, his stomach let out a low rumble as the boy looked down awkwardly.

Hearing this, Nathaniel frowned briefly whilst thinking about something.

He was pretty hungry too, but he could only afford one ice cream; if he offered to share it with Marc, considering the rumours of love that the ice cream brings, he might think it's weird.

At the same time, Marc looked really, very hungry and Nathaniel couldn't just have an ice cream without him!

It was decided. Nathaniel would buy one, single icecream and when André was gone, he would casually ask Marc if he wanted to share.

No problem.

Cool.

Coolio.

Cool bananas.

I'll get back to the story now.

A few minutes later, André was back on the go, leaving Nathaniel and marc with a rather generous portion of ice cream that looked kind of like the latter

Back to their awkward silence.

"It's a lovely evening," Marc stated, having taken a less than dainty bite of the ice cream offered to him.

Oh my god Marc.

That's lame dude.

Marc cringed internally at his sentence starter. Luckily for him, Nathaniel was a great appreciater of the weather.

Also he was a little lost in Marc's eyes.

"Yeah," he said softly, studying his friends face. He quickly caught himself in the act and felt his face grow scarlet and red hot.

Before long, they had finished the ice cream and were chatting about food, movies and other stuff. Nathaniel was pleased to learn that they had a lot of things in common, such as:

Ice cream was a sacred thing of beauty,

Dogs were fluffy angels,

As were cats,

And other animals,

Marrinete was a cinnamon roll.

There were still happily talking and laughing when the sun had set but eventually they had to part ways, they'd see each other tomorrow though; it wasn't a big deal.

Marc smiled as he set off home, short lived as that was.

But I guess we have a lot to learn about him...