Summers in Seabrook were always predictable?scooping ice cream for tourists and watching the waves kiss the shore. That was, until Tobias and his ice cream truck rolled into town, shaking up my world with flavors I never knew existed. Suddenly, the humdrum days behind the counter became a vibrant adventure of taste tests and late-night ice cream runs. But here's the thing?falling for Tobias feels as risky as trying jalapeño mango sorbet. My dad has plans for my future that don't include colorful sprinkles or spontaneous road trips. And I'm torn between a life that's been laid out for me and the thrill of carving my own path, one scoop at a time. Maybe life is about taking a leap into the unknown and finding your flavor along the way, but what if that leap costs me everything I thought I wanted?