'So, Alice.' I was looking at the blond girl who ate a pudding. 'Why did you call me here?
She puts the spoon in her mouth with another serving of pudding.
Finishing this was how she finally realize my question.
'I need one more.'
Or not.
We were at a gourmet cafe, to be more exactly the best in this city.
'If is just to eat sweet things I'll go home.' I said.
I got up.
She pull my sleeve.
'I need you too.'
Eh?!
She drop the spoon in the plate.
'A sailor was killed in the Donatella last night.'
Just another case.
Give my hope back.
'The cause was... poison.'
'... poison?' I repeat more to myself.
This is really weird, if you want to kill a sailor have a lot of less toilsome solutions, you can just stab he after he left the bar drunk, drown it in the sea, or even, a little more showy, shoot he.
But poison, eh?
I'm not saying that poison is unproductive or a bad way.
To be exact, poison is one of the bests ways to kill someone.
Because of this...
'Just to confirm, this sailor, he was someone important? There is something about he that make he a target?' To waste so effort just to kill some sailor, there is something more.
'No.' A simple answer.
'I see.' Seeing by this way is a blank page. 'What we know about he?'
'Thirty-seven years old, no children, single...' She drink the milkshake again. 'I'll send you his archive is more simple.'
My smartphone vibrate in the desk.
The screen lit with a LINE notification and the Alice's profile picture.
'Eh?!!' Alice exclaimed.
I gaze her without understand.
She was blushing.
'W-Why you put a heart in my nickname??!'
'Ah, I did it, didn't I? Is because you're cute.'
She blushed more and more.
So put herself up.
'I-I'm leaving.'
I laugh.
'Sorry, boss. I'll pay you another ice cream.'
She sit again.
I laugh inside this time.
'Let's see this.'
I pick the smartphone and scroll the texts and documents which she send me.
A mid age man, without nothing, work in a oil ship, all his life is a big nothing. A man who don't live, all his days out the sea was wasted with drinking in the bar.
'Boss, this ship still anchored in the port?' I ask showing the oil ship photograph.
She didn't answer.
'Boss?'
'Boss, boss, boss...' She hit the table with the milkshake.'Stop calling me this! It isn't cute.'
Eh? She was the one who ask this when contract me.
'A Strawberry Cake please.' Alice said after look at the menu.
Of course she'll in the expensive one.
'Right, right.' I call the waitress with my hand. 'Bring her a Strawberry Cake.'
Alice stay smiling until the woman bring her the cake, so she jump in it.
'Dates with you are very expensive' I said when she was picking the first cake's piece with the small spoon.
She became something between brushed and angry.
'D-Date…' Alice said slowly with a low voice. '...I see.'
I realize my mistake so late.
Alice needs candies because her sick.
But her pressure drops according to the amount of candy she eats.
So she changes.
To her 'dere' mode.
She already ate a entire parfait.
'Say ann~' The little spoon, being hold by her small and delicate hand, was already on the way to my mouth.
I could swear that this blonde-haired girl had pink hearts in her eyes instead of the usual blue iris.
I have no choice. It was inevitable.
This is a event already written in the destiny.
I open my mouth.
I fell the spoon joining her and the cake.
The sweetness of the strawberry.
This was inexorable and, well, I could haven't never another chance like this one.
'So?' Alice was smiling to me. 'How the taste was?'
'So much sugar, but acceptable.'
'This is what make this perfect, little boy.'
That girl… She know I'm elder than her.
'So, how do you feel?'
'It's like I'm floating. But I like. Say ann~' She said bringing me another piece of that over-sweat cake to my mouth.
I ate.
Seen that after all the centuries my soul reach the nirvana here, in this coffee, with this sugar-drogged blonde girl.
'More?' Leaned on her elbow, her head slightly tilted, I'm certainly that she was with the more cute expression in the world, but for me was like a torturer of the sugar.
'I'm okay, if I continue it's will end in a cute version mine.'
The spoon came closer.
'I'm very interested in this you.'
She try to make a move with the spoon toward my mouth.
'I need go.' I said getting me up.
'You'll go there?' She ask holding my hand.
'Yeah,' I confirm. 'You'll come? She would like.' I press her hand, her harmful hand.
She denied with her head.
'Today I can't, sorry.'
Maybe I've transpired more than I thought.
I know. If she could she would go everyday.
She have more in her shoulders than a sixteen age girl should had.
She let my hand go.
'Tell her I want her to get better soon.'
'I'll'.
I pat her head.
And so, I walked to the wooden door to get out to the place.
'See you, Consigliere.' I said to the old man in the table near the door.
He take his hat off.
'So you notice us, boy.' He give a dry chuckle. 'Come on, everyone.'
Everyone in the coffee get up, less Alice who was shrunk in her seat.
'Be careful with our Princess.' I said opening the door.
He bowed to me. Even though I'm being a nobody, even though I'm a non-mafia.
The second powerful person in the mafia, who was like a grandfather to Alice, bowed to me.
'I'll.' He said.
The others followed his example and bowed.
That was the guard of Alice, the most loyal men who the Consigliere, Marco choose himself.
The only ones who know about me, about us and the truth about the Alice father, the King.
I leave the place.
The door slammed behind me.