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.
"You think we’ve actually got a shot at state this year?" Derek asked, his voice lower, the bravado slipping for a second. HS - Cream Dreams - Seth Peterson, Derek Shaw
"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