She was just about to return to her dreadfully hot office when a voice that simply demanded to be heard snapped her out of her indecisive inner thoughts.

“Um, ma’am? Are you going to order?” the ice cream man called out.

Woah, that ice cream man has one totally feminine voice. A husky, wondrous voice... Wait a minute.

And then Taeyeon froze, for the second time that day, while her mind drew a complete blank. She dared herself to glance at the ice cream salesperson.

Who she saw instead could have stopped her heart without any effort whatsoever.

Holy. Crap.

The ice cream man was not a man. Oh, no. The ice cream man was a woman, and perhaps the most beautiful woman that had ever graced (and will ever grace) Taeyeon’s eyes. From her milky vanilla skin, to her chocolate brown eyes, to her luscious rasbperry sherbet lips, to the dazzling smile threatening to appear and the lovely pink uniform... Taeyeon was already deep under her spell. It was a lot to take in, and it took every ounce of dignity and self-control that Taeyeon could muster for her to keep her jaw from dropping onto the dirty concrete. She was divine.

This time, Taeyeon was certain that it was indeed the ice cream woman’s effect taking its toll on her, and not the sun causing Taeyeon’s mind to act erratically and her hormones to go crazy.

Oh, my... Way better than just ice cream...