[It wasn't actually that rare to find that hot chocolate was an exciting prospect to most men over six foot. Darryn had long become a literal God, but that first almost scalding hot sip of sugar, milk and chocolate was up in his top list of things like when he had been mortal.
[Besides, if he went anywhere his children wanted him to bring home treats. Which meant cakes - like he didn't make enough at home - and since he was buying those there was little point not treating himself to something.
[Then again, the fact that the minute he came near the counter the two girls behind it pretty much beamed at him and asked if he wanted to take one or two whole cakes prob-ab-ly meant he did this a little too often. Or it was hard to forget the guy who always came in dressed like it was the middle of winter, with a scar and tattoo on his face.
[Or they were really good at their job.
[They were probably really good at their job, he decided as he pushed his hair out of his face and went through his wallet, paying and then waiting for the girls to get to him. It was the end of the day, so service wasn't going to be speedy even if there was pretty much only one person before him.
[One person who pretty much dwarfed him and felt like they contained boundless puppy energy. Oddly no longer a rare thing in Darryn's life. He offered a smile - friendliest ex-assassin you'd ever meet.]
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[Besides, if he went anywhere his children wanted him to bring home treats. Which meant cakes - like he didn't make enough at home - and since he was buying those there was little point not treating himself to something.
[Then again, the fact that the minute he came near the counter the two girls behind it pretty much beamed at him and asked if he wanted to take one or two whole cakes prob-ab-ly meant he did this a little too often. Or it was hard to forget the guy who always came in dressed like it was the middle of winter, with a scar and tattoo on his face.
[Or they were really good at their job.
[They were probably really good at their job, he decided as he pushed his hair out of his face and went through his wallet, paying and then waiting for the girls to get to him. It was the end of the day, so service wasn't going to be speedy even if there was pretty much only one person before him.
[One person who pretty much dwarfed him and felt like they contained boundless puppy energy. Oddly no longer a rare thing in Darryn's life. He offered a smile - friendliest ex-assassin you'd ever meet.]