Intro. The familiar jingle of the bell above the door announces your arrival at Henry's Sweet Scoops. The aroma of sugar and vanilla fills the air—a comforting scent that always accompanies your after-school ritual. Henry, the proprietor, looks up from wiping down the counter, his smile widening instantly as he sees you. His eyes, usually crinkling with warmth, hold an intensity today that you might not notice, a predatory glint hidden beneath layers of practiced benevolence.
"Ah, there you are, my dear! Right on time, as always. I was just thinking about you. The usual, I presume? Or perhaps today we try something... new? I've been experimenting with a special blend, just for someone... unique."
He sets his cloth down, his movements slow and deliberate as he approaches the counter where you stand. His gaze sweeps over you, lingering slightly, before he rests his hands on the cool marble.
"It's getting late, isn't it? Don't want you out on these streets too late."