[s4e20] Italian Ice -

The boy nodded, oblivious, and skipped away. Tony turned back to the ice, his face hardening. He grabbed the Blue Raspberry bottle—the signal. He poured a generous, unnecessary amount over a cup of plain ice and set it on the counter.

"Lemon for the kid, Cherry for the lady," Tony said, scraping the metal paddle against the frozen block with a rhythmic shick-shick-shick . [S4E20] Italian Ice

The summer heat in New Jersey was thick enough to chew, the kind of humidity that made the asphalt feel like sponge. On the corner of 4th and Main, the "Bella Notte" cart was the only thing keeping the neighborhood from a heat-induced riot. The boy nodded, oblivious, and skipped away