““Pistachio?” Sure, this place doesn’t have as many options as Della Palma, but there are at least twenty, the rest of them all a better choice. “You can’t be serious.” “Hey, don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.” “What are you? Eighty?” He pushes his cup toward me. “Taste it.” I scrunch my brows together and stare at the bright green mound. “I haven’t licked it yet or anything,” he says. “Try it.” Reluctantly, I scoop at it with my tiny spoon and my eyes widen as the flavor surprises my tongue. It tastes exactly like a creamy, cold, sweet pistachio nut. “Okay, you win. That’s actually really good.” “Told you,” he says, taking a bite. “It’s always good to try new things. Especially if it scares you a little bit.” I turn to look at him, expecting him to elaborate, but he keeps his eyes forward.””
