Chuckling lightly, Akira followed Andre out and took his wallet from his pocket as he prepared to pay for the clothes. He continued to blush involuntarily, whether from Andre holding his hand or the other peoples’ glances or both, but managed to not to let it affect him otherwise. When he put the money down to purchase the vest and pants, however, his brows shot up at the mention of ice cream. s**t. That was one of his worst weaknesses. Surely Andre couldn’t have known.

“Oh...is there?” he asked, his laugh now sounding somewhat forced and nervous despite his efforts. If Andre was talking about the ice cream parlor he thought he was, Akira really wasn’t so sure about eating there with the older man present. He would surely make a disgrace of himself one way or another as memories of getting sugar highs with Adam and making himself sick from ice cream floats with Sera came flooding back. Maybe...maybe he could escape with just watching Andre eat. “That sounds nice.” He could claim he was diabetic or something.

Why ice cream?