“You’re the only person I know who buys lemon popsicles in a blackout,” she shot back. But her voice had gone soft.
“Too sad.”
He smiled, and this time it lingered.
Neither of them moved. The popsicle stick in her hand was just a wet splinter now. Leo’s was gone too. The only thing left was the faint, sweet sourness on their tongues and the growing dusk outside.
“Too dumb.”
“ Isle of Dogs ?” he asked.
She turned her head on the cushion. His face was half-lit by the blue glow of the TV menu. For the first time all day, she didn’t feel the heat. lemon popsicle netflix
“Same time,” she said. “Same flavor.”