stomers keeping me on my feet from dawn till dusk. Amidst the flurry of activity in

drifting back to the confrontation with Joey. His apology echoed in my

ueberry muffins?" Mrs. Harrison, one of our regul

a forced smile, though my mind was elsewher

as I wrapped them in parchment paper. Mrs. Harrison chatted animatedly about the w

apology had caught me off guard, and my reaction had been fueled by a mix of hurt and an

f your famous apple pie?" Mr. Thompson, another

mile as I retrieved a slice of pie from the displ

ing with the aftermath of Joey's visit. As the hours passed, I grew increa

ne with my thoughts once more. With a sigh, I stepped out onto the sidewalk,

. His hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his

s I approached, his voice

crossed over my chest. "What do you

voice barely above a whisper. "I shouldn't

able. Finally, Joey spoke up again. "I know you're angry, Annie

through my hair "sure su

earnest. "Thank you, Annie

sation hanging heavy in the air. Finally, we reached the ice crea

rab a cone

hen nodded. "S

lence, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. But when Joey reached out and gave me a