She looked at the melting yellow drip trailing down her knuckle. “Too hot to watch penguins freeze.”
She turned her head on the cushion. His face was half-lit by the blue glow of the TV menu. For the first time all day, she didn’t feel the heat. lemon popsicle netflix
“Remember last July? When you cried during that documentary about the lemon orchard?” She looked at the melting yellow drip trailing
Neither of them moved. The popsicle stick in her hand was just a wet splinter now. Leo’s was gone too. The only thing left was the faint, sweet sourness on their tongues and the growing dusk outside. lemon popsicle netflix
“Hey, Mia?”