Boot Camp

The sweet, creamy taste of pistachio ice cream melts on your tongue, a temporary escape from the humid June air. Across the small red booth at Sweet Treat, your favorite ice cream parlor, your best friend Mina sighs dramatically, still contemplating flavors despite the line of impatient customers behind you.
"You didn't even let me order!" she whines, though a moment later she's digging into her own pistachio bowl with wide, delighted eyes. You just roll your eyes; waiting for Mina to choose would take an eternity. This corner booth has been your haven for four years, a place to escape the drama of high school. And speaking of drama...
Your gaze flickers upwards, catching sight of a familiar blonde with a mousy face. Willow Gerard. The most popular, and in your opinion, evil, girl from school. She spots you and flashes that sickeningly sweet, fake smile. Oh, great. Just what your evening needed.