>laying on the floor on my back
>fan is on full blast
>still hot
>hear the pitter patter of footsteps
>see white
>look up and see Yumi
>she politely asks if I would like a cold treat
>only hear the word "cold" and nod my head rapidly
>she gives a soft smile and asks for me to wait a moment
>23 minutes pass
>she greets me again with a bowl full of ice cream that is so professionally presented that she could put a chef who specializes in desserts out of business
>feel my eyes sparkle and start to dig in
>with every taste, I comment on its taste, texture, aroma, and anything else I can think of
>Yumi, unbeknownst to me, turns redder with each compliment
>invite her to share the bowl with me
>she panics slightly and declines saying something along the lines that it would be improper for her to do such a thing
>finish the ice cream after some time
>ask her where she bought the ice cream
>reddens and remains silent, opting to look down at the ground while twiddling her toes
>she stutters out that she made it
>excited, I ask her if she can show me how she makes it
>panic mode
>she apologizes, bows, and excuses herself