Eleven

City life fucking rules.

We go to a hardware store. Joel's having a key made for me. He changed the lock on the door to his apartment so no city assholes can get in. Only one key, soon to be two, and he knows I'll guard it.

Running around seeing weird city shit is my singular focus. Joel wants to talk about, like, drills or something. I want to see what else is on this block. I stand on my toes and crane my neck to try and see, but I can't make much out.

"Be right back!" I call to Joel by the time I'm basically out the door. I see the shape of the signage and break out into an all-out run to investigate.

I see the girl from the bathroom; the one that wanted to kill the guy who hurt her friend. It's not like we're friends, but she's the closest thing to a familiar face here, save for the man currently talking at the drill bits. My eyes are huge; I'm elated just staring up at the logo.

I shift to look at this girl, so excited. "They have fucking ice cream here??"