Cryptids: The Beginning Arc. [book 1]

chapter 4: "i scream, you scream. we all scream for ice cream."

With an annoyed kiss of the teeth and a very aggressive lick of his ice cream, Dayvawn mutters something. "Why're you here... I can't even go to the mall and chill before a party?!"

Sarah shakes her head while eating her treat from a spoon. "No. Coincidentally, I was here, too, and I spotted you. So, naturally, as your watcher, I came to check up on you."

He rolls his eyes. "Whateva'. You're not going to be following me everywhere, are you?"

"Again, I wasn't following you. I love malls, so that's where I spend my days off." Sarah replies. She once more takes a bit of her ice cream, Dayvawn notices that she eats it from a cup and with a spoon. He finds that a little odd, but it is not uncommon.

"I... I like chilling at the malls, too. Guess we have that in common, creepy white girl." Dayvawn says to Sarah with a smile. "Why do You like malls?" He says.

Sarah thinks for a moment. "Someone I know... Who is close to me... He, uh, likes malls too, I suppose."

Dayvawn finishes his ice cream, scarfing down the cone. "Seems chill. We should hang out. If he's not a turbo stalker like you, however."

Dayvawn gets up and begins to walk away. "See ya'... Hopefully never." He waves goodbye without looking at her. He hears the sound of a chair squealing, he turns around to see Sarah behind him. "Uh... Do you mind?" He says.

"I have to keep an eye on you, remember? So, if we're both here, why not follow." Her deadpan voice and look annoys Dayvawn. However, he knows there's no arguing, especially with an FBI agent. He sighs and begins to walk.

"Whateva'. Just don't follow too closely. You're cute, I guess, but I don't want anyone thinking we're on a date or something. How old are you, anyway?"

"Twenty-Five." She says. Dayvawn is caught off guard, She isn't much older than him, but He was not expecting that. "Oh... Well, I'm Twenty-One." He says, it is only fair to give her his age. "I know." She simply replies with.

"You also go to UTSA college, work at a book store, and live in an apartment. You're doing pretty well, kid."
Dayvawn is shocked, but not surprised. He is still in disbelief that the FBI is watching him, even more so He has his own agent with him. He really cannot do much about it so he tries to ignore what she said. Two girls stare at Dayvawn. He awkwardly waves. They simply just look confused and walk past while laughing.

"You're wearing sunglasses in a mall. I suppose it is a little silly." Sarah says. Dayvawn rolls his eyes and shrugs it off with annoyance. He heads to a stand that sells Cookies.

"Hello, what would you like today?" The man working at the stand says to Dayvawn. "Chocolate chip with MNM'S, please."

The worker hands him the snack. Dayvawn pays for it. Sarah stares in judgment. "Didn't you just eat breakfast and ice cream?" Dayvawn puts his hand out. "Do not judge me, buddy."

Chewing on the Cookie slowly and making a face of delight, He turns back to Sarah who is staring blankly. Dayvawn gets a bit awkward and hands out his Cookie to her. "Uh... W-Want a bite...?" He says to her. She is taken aback by the offer. "Oh, uh..."

She denies it with a wave of her hand. "I'm good... Although, it does look good."

Dayvawn nods his head and devours the snack. He rubs his hands together removing any crumbs left. Looking at time and noticing an hour has already passed. "Average San Antonio traffic." He mutters. His attention turns to Sarah. "Oi, are you, like, errr, going to the party too, or...?"

"Yes, my job is to look after you. What if you tore someone's throat out? What if you succumb to your Cryptid nature? If you do, I'll be there to slay you, of course."