Hs - Cream Dreams - Seth Peterson, Derek Shaw Official
"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."
The summer air in Mill Valley was thick with the scent of sun-baked asphalt and the sweet, milky promise of , the local ice cream parlor that served as the unofficial headquarters for the high school’s varsity roster. HS - Cream Dreams - Seth Peterson, Derek Shaw
Seth dug his spoon into the fudge, his expression turning serious. "With you at wide receiver? We’ve got more than a shot. We’ve got the best hands in the county." "I’m telling you, Peterson," Derek said, nodding toward
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. Seth dug his spoon into the fudge, his
Seth Peterson leaned against the counter, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over the freezer display. He was the kind of guy who looked like he’d been born in a football jersey—all easy smiles and effortless confidence. Beside him, Derek Shaw was his polar opposite: lean, sharp-eyed, and perpetually restless, his fingers drumming a rhythmic beat against the wood.
"You think we’ve actually got a shot at state this year?" Derek asked, his voice lower, the bravado slipping for a second.
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