'You May Rely On It' [WIP]
Motivated by a magic eight ball app on her phone, Myxuki takes a trip to Cardio by herself and finds inspiration in a stray cat and a mechanic.
'Cannot Predict Now.'
‘Should I go there instead?’
One tap later, she had her response: ‘Cannot predict now.’
“Of course…” She muttered. Circumstance couldn’t hand her everything, now could it. She looked between the two establishments… then headed towards the edge of the road. The nature of this ‘adventure’ was to embrace something new, even if it was something as insignificant as getting a milkshake instead of a latte.
When she arrived she would arrive she would find the place mostly empty aside out of the few people there the one that stuck out the most was an older man who was quite tall and slim with sharp features he had slicked back hair and wore a black suit with a trench coat and a dark green tie the man appeared to be eating a bowl of ice cream as he read a book of sorts.
Myxuki kept her distance from the cashier as she browsed the menu that stretched across the wall. She hadn’t known that there were quite this many flavors of ice cream… She could choose one she had seen or tried before, or order them numerically and generate a random number to pick one, or narrow it down to two and question the 8-ball… or…
The man looked up seeing that Myxuki was having trouble picking “Might I suggest the cookies and cream or if your not looking up for anything fancy the vanilla is good too.” His voice was elegant and noble.
“Oh… thank you.” Fate has given her a direction once again. There was no harm in following it. When she walked up to order she requested a bowl of cookies and cream flavored ice cream.
A thin smile crossed his face as he gave a nod to her, “You’re quite welcome, dear.” he said as he looked back to his book turning a page.
Myxuki waited patiently to be given her ice cream. The transaction ended with a hollow, “Have a good day.” She sat near the man who had decided for her, but not directly next to him or anyone for that matter.
The man looked up again as he turned the page once more “Do make sure to tell what you think of it after you’ve gotten a chance to try some”
“Oh.” She hadn’t expected this man to be quite that invested, “It’s fine, as a flavor of ice cream. I like the pieces of cookie scattered throughout.”