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.
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. [S4E20] Italian Ice
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." The summer heat in New Jersey was thick
The sun was high, the ice was sweet, and the secrets were frozen solid. In this part of town, some things stayed
"Tell your dad the Lemon’s on me," Tony muttered, "but tell him I need to see him about that ‘delivery’ tonight."
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.