Darkstache - the coffee shop

Day Eight - Part Four

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He'd enjoyed his risotto. Wilford had said that his spaghetti was cooked well, but lacked in flavour. They'd chatted for a bit more at the restaurant before Dark snatched the check and they'd wandered off. Dark didn't know where they were off to. He was sure Wilford had said something before but couldn't rememberer now. So, Dark let the energetic little man drag him towards the docks blindly, assuming that his plan wasn't to drown him.

"It's just a little further! I'm telling you, they sell the best damn ice cream down here."

"There are a lot of murderers who live down here as well." Wilford looked at him. "Or so I've heard."

"Maybe a few." He bobbed his head. "I don't bother them, they won't bother me."

Dark huffed. If only it were that simple.

Dark knew he probably shouldn't be down here. There were a lot of people that didn't like him at the docks. "I haven't had ice cream in... a long time," he said.

"You're in for a real treat then!" He couldn't help but look over his shoulder. He could feel a pair of eyes on his back, watching, following. "Are we expecting company?" Asked Wilford, not sounding very willing to share his time with a third wheel.

"I don't think so, but you never know. Especially down here."

"What? Do you have a hitman or something after you?"

Dark chuckled, feeling the corners of his mouth turning before he could stop them. He let himself smile. "Something like that."

"I'm sure." They reached the end of the street where a humble looking ice cream parlour sat under the glow of a yellow street light. Dark stepped forward and, on an impulse, opened the door for Wilford. "Chivalry isn't dead," he said, thanking him.

Dark peered at the display of flavours as he stepped in beside Wilford. "I already know what I want," He said.

"And what's that?"

Wilford grinned. "Take a guess."

"Spaghetti?"

"I don't know how I would feel about spaghetti ice cream, actually. No, I was thinking more of a strawberry."

Dark scanned the labels, searching for something that caught his eye. "Cookies and cream looks... good."

Wilford barged in front of Dark, making it to the cash register first. "One strawberry and one cookies and cream cone, please, he's not allowed to pay."

Dark raised an eyebrow, slotting himself at Wilfords side. "Yes I am."

The big-bellied man stared at them for a moment before dragging himself over to the ice cream, taking an agonising amount of time to prepare their dessert. "That's, eh, $14."

"That seems expensive for what is essentially frozen custard."

"Shut up, you're not paying, you're not complaining." Wilford slid a $20 note over the counter, collecting the change before handing Darks ice cream over. "Come on, we can go and eat... hmm..."

"There's a park near by." He suggested. "It's mostly used for drug deals, but it's not difficult to clear them out."

"Lead the way." Wilford said a quick goodbye to the cashier as they moved away from the shop, walking side by side to the park Dark had been speaking of. He didn't just want to go there to eat. He would be perfectly content to eat it standing outside the shop. The park was closer to his car. His car was fast. It could definitely get them big away from someone quicker than if they were running.