My Dad's Bestfriend (Evelyn and Jacob) novel Chapter 203

Evelyn

"You know, Evelyn... you're the only woman I've ever met who complains about shopping too much," Jacob chuckled, his deep voice resonating with amusement as we strolled down the pavement hand-in-hand.

I rolled my eyes, but the smile tugging at my lips betrayed me. After a marathon of "extra shopping" we'd stuffed the car's backseat with bags and parked nearby for a walk—because I insisted, of course.

As we wandered through the peaceful evening, enjoying the crisp air and easy conversation, my eyes suddenly caught sight of a street-side ice cream shop. I stopped mid-step, my gaze locking onto the neon-lit counter like a moth to a flame.

Jacob noticed immediately. "You want ice cream?" he asked, already grinning.

"Yes, please!" I chirped, tugging him toward the shop.

When we reached the counter, Jacob, knowing me better than anyone, placed the order without hesitation. "One cookies and cream, please."

"And," I added, "a mint chocolate chip."

He raised a brow at me. "Evelyn, I don't even want ice cream right now."

"No one needs ice cream, silly," I retorted, reaching up to brush his messy hair back. "They want it."

"Well, I don't want it either."

"You think you don't, but you do."

"Evelyn..."

"Your order, sir," the shopkeeper interrupted, handing over two cups before Jacob could argue further.

I grabbed the cups, thrusting his toward him before scooping a spoonful of mine. Anticipation turned to confusion as I frowned at the taste.

"What's wrong?" Jacob asked, his brow furrowing.

"It's... off," I said, my disappointment palpable.

He reached for my cup. "Let me try."

After taking a bite, he shook his head, amused. "Tastes fine to me. Classic cookies and cream."

"Really?" I snatched it back, determined to give it another shot. But no, it still tasted strange. The smell was right, the texture perfect—but my tastebuds were betraying me. What was wrong with me these days?

I sighed in defeat. "Maybe today just isn't my ice cream day."

Jacob offered a sympathetic smile. "Want to try somewhere else? I know a few good spots." He hesitated before holding up his untouched cup. "You could even have mine, but..." His tone turned teasing. "You've always hated mint chocolate chip."

My gaze drifted to his cup. The creamy green swirl suddenly looked... tempting.

"Can I try it?" I asked, surprising even myself.

He blinked. "You want to try mint chocolate chip?"

I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "What's wrong with trying new things?"

Amusement danced in his eyes as he handed me his cup. "Here. Let's see this miracle."

The moment the icy sweetness hit my tongue, I froze. It was incredible. A delightful mix of refreshing mint and rich chocolate that made me question every life choice leading to this moment.

"This is amazing!" I exclaimed, diving back in for another spoonful. "Jacob, how did I not know this flavor was so good? I've been trashing it my entire life!"

He ruffled my hair. "Because you're a kid."

"Hey!" I swatted his hand away. "Don't call me a kid."

He chuckled, leaning in to kiss my cheek. "Fine. So, what are you?"

"An adult, obviously!"

That earned a full, hearty laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" I demanded, pouting.

"Nothing," he said, his tone light with mischief as he started walking again. "Apparently, kids think they're adults these days."

"Didn't I just fucking tell you that I am not a kid?!"

"Yes, you are a—" Before Jacob could finish, I scooped up a generous dollop of ice cream and smashed it against his nose.

He froze mid-sentence, his eyes wide with disbelief. For a heartbeat, neither of us moved. Then, unable to hold it in, I burst into laughter. "Oh my God, Jacob! You look horrible!"

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