C18 Chapter 18: Glued Heels

Veronica

Aaron and I were now sitting at a corner table at the nearby cozy ice cream parlor after ordering our ice creams.

I was drumming my fingers on the table when Aaron slipped his hand in his pocket to take out his phone. 'No phones," I alerted, narrowing my eyes at him.

'Don't worry. I don't have my phone. I was looking for my card," he replied