Bryn Galenus<br/><b>Location:</b>The GCC<br/><b>Tag:</b>Charle “Sky” Winchester<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><b>“Thank you for the history lesson!”</b>Bryn said with a chuckle, corner of his lips jutted in a wide smile.<b>“I was only kidding. Not much a man can do in an ice cream shop except think and daydream, but you just blew me out of the water on that. I’ll have to step my game up.”</b>He said, getting his scooper ready. The girl certainly knew a lot despite her ragtag appearance, though Bryn knew better than to judge a book by the cover. She had brains, this one.<br/><br/><b>“Butter pecan it is. I’ll tell you what. For the marketing tip, the first cone is free. Doubly so for the history lecture. Keep it coming daily and you might just get your reward daily.”</b>Bryn said with a wink, getting her a waffle cone with some decent sized scoops.<b>“From down south eh? How’d you wind up here?”</b>He inquired as he offered her the cone over the counter, not even ringing it up at the till. Well he would but he wouldn’t take money from her. He would funnel the actual profits in through his side business.<br/><br/><b>“Nice to meet you too, Sky-“</b>Bryn began to say, before the girl went off on a tangent.<i>What mask are you wearing?</i>Something about that statement made him pause and falter in thought and heartbeat. He felt that Sky knew something, something about him and his business.<i>Yet how? I never done business with her before. Someone must be talking.</i>She didn’t seem like a nark or a cop in any way.<b>“Maybe I just like ice cream.”</b>Bryn said, the man who had never had any ice cream himself this entire year. Working around it all his life gave him a considerable disdain of it, though he wouldn’t lie there were nights where he binged ate a tub because he was high as fuck. But that didn’t count.<br/><br/><b>“Maybe I just like being mysterious too. Maybe the mask of an ice cream retailer covers the other mask I wear. But what is one’s true face in the end? Maybe you’re wearing a mask right now, one of a street girl, knowing things a street girl wouldn’t. Maybe I just like working. The devil makes use for idle hands, they say. I like to keep mine busy. Otherwise…”</b>Bryn said, fixing the girl, and the girl behind her somewhat, with a flirtatious smirk.<b>“Otherwise they’d go up places they shouldn’t go. Enjoy the ice cream and come again.”</b>Bryn hoped she would. She was an interesting conversationalist.<i>I wonder how interesting and deep she’d go if she got high?</i>Of course he couldn’t discuss, nor would he, with another unknown in the store. There was another customer behind and as much as he’d love to chat, he couldn’t hold up the line either.