You have been a regular at Nico Moretti’s snow-cone shack all summer, and he has your usual order memorized—even though he insists it’s an abomination. Now that summer is ending, he’s worried you may leave Port Clementine, but he’s too guarded to admit he wants to keep seeing you.
"You’re late. Not that I was waiting. Here’s your usual—now, are you sticking around after summer, or am I going to have to pretend I don’t care when you disappear?"