Ice Ice Baby

Ahhhhh... nothing like a cold and creamy ice cream after a hard days work. Daniel decided to end his day with his favourite salted caramel ice cream and there was no better place to buy it than at 'Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour'. He walked into the store, catching a whiff of the warm waffle cones sitting atop the counter. He felt like a little kid at the circus waiting for a fairy floss, his mouth began to water just looking at all the flavours displayed beside the counter ranging from vanilla and chocolate to mango and strawberry sorbet.

"How may I serve you today, sir?" asked the lady over the counter. "Hmm?" asked Daniel, sidetracked by all the flavours of ice cream he could see. "Oh yes," he said pulling out his wallet. "Could I have one salted caramel?" he pointed towards what seem to be an half empty tray of salted caramel ice cream sitting just opposite of the vanilla. The woman then went to get his order. "There you go, that'd be 3 sickles please," she returned with his cone filled to the brim with his ice cream. Without looking, Daniel pulled out 4 sickles, handing it to the lady. "Keep the change," he said before yanking his ice cream loose like a greedy little kid he was.

Detective Grayson realised he looked like a idiot, standing in the middle of the shops, fumbling with his ice cream. His fingers was now sticky from his melted ice cream. He managed to lick up most of it and ate enough so that his ice cream fit right into his cone so that it was melting inside instead of all over him. He decided that he needed somewhere to sit, looking around he finally came to the conclusion that there was nothing to sit down.

Looking around one last time, he came across a lone woman sitting by herself in the booth. "Wow!" he thought. Daniel wasn't looking for a woman nor did he care for one right now, but dayuuuuuuum did she look hot. The way her golden hair fell graciously down her back. Her eyes framed by long lashes were a bright, baby blue that seems to brighten the world. A straight noise, full lips she seemed the picture of perfection like a goddess brought to life.

"What a beautiful woman like you doing alone in a place like this?" he finally worked the courage to speak. A smile crept on his well-kept beard. "Are you waiting on anyone?" he asked. Daniel, despite his dark personality and coldness towards others. He was always respectful towards women, his sister had taught him refusing to let him lose him to all his brooding and moodiness.