[s4e20] Italian Ice -

Tony stood behind the frosted glass, his white apron streaked with neon syrup. He wasn’t just a vendor; he was a neighborhood referee.

Little Joey grabbed his cup, his tongue already stained a radioactive yellow. "Thanks, Tony. My dad says this stuff is the only reason he doesn't move to Florida." [S4E20] Italian Ice

Tony chuckled, but his eyes stayed on the black sedan idling across the street. In this part of town, some things stayed cold, and some things stayed quiet. Tony stood behind the frosted glass, his white

Thirty seconds later, the sedan door opened. A man in a suit that cost more than the cart stepped out, wiping sweat from his brow. "Hot one, Tony," the man said, reaching for the blue cup. "Thanks, Tony

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.