"Ding dong" The doorbell of the chocolate shop rang. It was a luxury store with the most exotic cocoa in the country. "Good evening sir, what can I help you with?" said the man behind the register. The man said, "I'm looking for the best chocolate in the country." "Well, there are many different kinds of chocolate. What do you like?" There was a short silence, the man said after a while; "I like something pure but not too pure. I want something unique but not too unique. A clear texture but not too clear." "Sir, I think I have the perfect chocolate for you. But just to be sure, what occasion is the chocolate for?" "Does this really matter?" Said the man, who was now becoming impatient. "I just want the best chocolate you have!" The man behind the counter said: "There are a lot of people who have purchased chocolate from us and they all like something different. In order to give you the best chocolate, I first have to know a little bit about what you like and what you don't like."
"The occasion is a bit private." said the man. "Oh sir, we've got plenty of people here buying chocolate for after the, you know." said the shopkeeper, who was clearly convinced that this was the case. "What? No no, not that." said the man, who was getting a little annoyed by now. "I can send you the DNA taste test by email, you put the included stick behind your cheeks and put the slime back in the box. After two weeks we have it back and you can buy your perfect chocolate based on your taste test ." "I don't have that long." "You don't have that long?
You're here, at one of the best chocolate shops in the world and you, don't have time? This isn't your local candy store!" said the offended shopkeeper in one breath. '
"Ding dong" A smartly dressed woman walked in. She had sunglasses that prevented you from seeing her eyes. Clothes from the most expensive brands and, a dog in her hands. It was such a little dog. The type of dog that would act fucking annoying if you didn't give it what it, desired.
She walked in and stood still. The sunbeams from the windows and door shone on her expensive coat. She turned her head ninety degrees, looked at the shopkeeper. "Hendrik! It's nice to see you again. Yes, I know it's been a while, but I was so busy! I was so, so, so, busy! But I could finally take some time to "Olivia, nice to see you again." Said the shopkeeper, who was interrupted by the woman. "Hendrik... have you lost weight?" Said the woman, who was suddenly very surprised. "That extra kilos really looked better on you, Hendrik, really much better." "Olivia, I'm here with a customer for a while," Hendrik said. "Oh, sorry! I hadn't seen that, oh how stupid of me, very stupid, very stupid." She said, winking exaggeratedly at Hendrik.
"Sorry sir, what can I help you with. Oh yes, the perfect chocolate." Hendrik said, ignoring Olivia. "I can't advise you if you don't tell me what occasion the chocolate is for." "Well, okay then." said the man. Then the man whispered, "It's for while I go." "So for during the, you know? Hendrik said. "No, in case I commit suicide." The man shouted, who had now finished all the interruptions and judgments. "You are going to commit suicide?" said Hendrik. "Chocolate for during the suicide?" said Olivia. "What a great idea, what a great idea. Is this a trend? This must be a trend I'm not aware of." Olivia gushed. There was a moment's silence. "Oh just give me some chocolate, it doesn't matter what. I just want to have chocolate in my mouth while throwing myself from a tall building. Something to distract me with, a little fun before I kill myself! Happy?" Hendrik stared at him, handed the man his chocolate without breaking eye contact. They looked at each other, knowing it was the last time they would ever see each other.
