The Mysterious Mr. Black

20.3

He dialed a number. "Hello? Is this Rick?" Rick, as in my father's friend Rick? "This is Hector the owner of the red car which I believed you have already picked up?" 

But why would he need to call Rick?

"Listen um, based on you assessment, how much would I owe you just to get my car at the earliest possible time?... Uhmm Money is not a problem for me. I'll pay you extra just to make it done at the least possible time.... How much? ... Okay. Not a problem. Bye" and he hang up.

"He's a nice fella." he said to me. Probably because I still got my confused look on my face. "Okay, so where were we?" he rubbed his hands together before inserting his card on the machine. I was still watching him closely but he looked at me back. 

"I need you to look back."

I knew it. He's trying to run away. And to think that he almost fooled me with his phony phone call. "Why?" I demanded.

"I don't want you to see my pin code."  he said. I scoffed. As if I had the intention of robbing him when all I ever did was accommodate his request with not much questions.

"Fine. Three seconds." That should give him enough time to input his pin. He nodded and I counted from one to three before I turned back again. Interestingly enough he was still there. A few minutes later and a whole bunch of money was coming out on the ATM. 

"What?" he asked. "You looked surprised?"

"Did you just robbed the bank?"
"No. Why would you even say that?"

I pointed towards the stack of cash in his hand.

"That's a lot of cash Hector." and it screams suspicious.

"I know but Rick asked for a downpayment. I would have withdrawn more but my card already reached its maximum daily withdrawal so I guess this will have to do." he replied casually.

"Yes. Thank you for mentioning the daily withdrawal limit. Isn't that like 300$ or 500$. Yours appeared to have exhausted all our reserves on the central bank."

"Not to sound arrogant but I think that depends on the bank and what type of account you have. If your average daily balance is high the bank is more likely to give you perks like a high withdrawal limit."

I wanted to roll my eyes but I know it will make me look like a sore loser. Fine, he's legit rich and it's not fair because he already has some good genes.

"Now, how much do I owe you again?" 

I told him the cost. He counted from his money and gave some of them to me.

"That's a week's worth of stay. I guess I will be staying until I get my car back."

I counted the money. "Okay." It was the most money we received for this week.

"I'm hungry." he said.

"But you just ate."

"I know but I'm craving for something. Would you like some ice cream?" he pointed toward an ice cream truck on the opposite road.

"Sure. As long as you're paying." I feel like he's more of the guide here than me. We crossed the road and stood behind rowdy little kids. 

"What do you want?" he asked me.

"Bubble gum."

"I don't think they sell candies here."

"No. I meant bubble gum flavored ice cream." I pointed at the menu to prove that I'm not making it up.

"What? Is bubble-gum a flavor now?" he sounded genuinely surprised.

"It's always been an ice cream flavor sine I don't know... the fifties."

"Hmm. Interesting. I didn't know that."

What kind of an adult does not know a bubble gum flavored ice cream? His spoiled ass looks amazed at the newfound concept that bubble gum is an ice cream flavor too. I thought he would be ordering one too but he went with the chocolate and nuts instead.

"Thank you." I said when he handed me mine.

"So where do we go now?" he asked me.

"I guess we can take a walk while we wait for my father to be done with his purchase." this time I led the way and showed him the parts of our town. He was actually a nice companion. I'm ashamed I misjudged him. Yeah yeah. I've got my own prejudice with attractive people cause they're always the popular ones in school and most of them are the mean ones but I guess he's one of the exceptions.

"What does it taste like?"he pointed at the ice cream I'm holding.

"I don't know. Gummy?" I don't know how to describe the taste.

"Let me have a taste." without a warning, he licked a part of it. I should be disgusted but I just stood there in shock as I observe him tasting the flavor.

"Hmm. Not bad."

"Yeah." I replied. You're not so bad yourself.