Ice Cream for Breakfast Day
First Saturday of February.
Blinking awake, Kara uses her super vision to look at the calendar next to her bed. She squeals and super speeds to her fridge. She sticks her head into the freezer, digging around the frozen vegetables she never eats for the ice cream.
Vegan ice cream. Kara huffs. Okay it’s not terrible but today is a national holiday, vegan ice cream isn’t going to cut it. She needs full cow milk ice cream. Kara shoves the carton to the side for the chocolate on chocolate. She pulls out a tub and cracks open the lid, spoon at the ready.
“Aw come on!” Kara pouts and stares at the Neapolitan ice cream missing the chocolate portion. Right. She finished it last night.
Glancing at the clock, Kara shoves a spoonful of non-chocolate ice cream into her mouth. Her lips form a pout.
Her head tilts to the side, ear facing the door. The familiar drone of Alex’s heartbeat coming down the hallway grabs her full attention. Kara flings open the door before Alex could even start knocking. Her eyes drop to the bags in Alex’s grip.
“Chocolate ice cream?” Kara asks, her eyes wide and hopeful.
“Duh.” Alex shoulders past her and throws a pint of ice cream into Kara’s waiting hands.
“I love you so much,” Kara mumbles around the glob in her mouth.
Alex puts the rest of the ice cream in the freezer and pulls out the vegan ice cream for herself. She shakes her head when Kara dances around the apartment, twirling the carton like it was a dance partner.