Hs - Cream Dreams - Seth Peterson, Derek Shaw < A-Z EXTENDED >

"I’m telling you, Peterson," Derek said, nodding toward the menu board. "The 'Midnight Mocha' is a trap. It’s too much for a Monday."

When the server finally handed over Seth’s towering mocha sundae and Derek’s minimalist scoop of sea salt caramel, they retreated to their usual booth in the back. For a moment, the noise of the shop faded. HS - Cream Dreams - Seth Peterson, Derek Shaw

They sat there until the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the interior of Cream Dreams in hues of gold and orange. It was a simple tradition—two friends, a couple of plastic spoons, and the weight of an upcoming season—but in that small shop, under the hum of the freezer units, everything felt exactly as it should be. "I’m telling you, Peterson," Derek said, nodding toward

To help me tailor the next part of Seth and Derek's journey: For a moment, the noise of the shop faded