Strip

“Alright, I choose strip,” you decide.

Lynn smiles at you. You stare back, waiting for Lynn to do something. An awkward pause forms. After a while, Lynn nods her head at the ice cream girl and says to you, “Well? Go for it.”

“Huh?”

“Get her to strip for you…” Lynn says with a grin.

“What am I supposed to do? Just ask her to take off her clothes?”

“Well that’s a start,” Lynn says, plainly.

You narrow your eyes to her and conclude, “You just want me to do that so she’d call the cops on me…”

Lynn shrugs, “I don’t know her, maybe she’s into that sort of thing.”

“Well, how am I supposed to tell?”

“Try asking,” Lynn smirks.

It becomes apparent that Lynn is in no mood to make your wish come true. In fact, she doesn’t appear to know what will happen next, but she does seem keen on finding out. You start to wonder what the point of all this is with a frustrated sigh.

“Don’t tell me you’re afraid to talk to a girl…” Lynn says with mock shock.

You know she’s trying to goad you into it, but you feel like you have to do it now anyways. You stand up and walk over to the ice cream counter. Carly is busy wiping down the glass. You think about what you could ask her