Roy
We walked around for a few minutes before we saw the ice cream shop that was located near the port. There we saw my old friend, Dexter who was staring intently at his phone. Back when I was a kid, my family usually came here every other weekend. We’d go to rides, buy some souvenirs from the shops littered about and end the day with some ice cream and then we’d watch the sunset together as a family. The one who used to run the shop was Dexter’s dad, Pablo but now, after having an unfortunate accident, Pablo had to retire early and he let his son Dexter run the shop instead.
When Dexter saw me, he squinted his eyes before a wide smile erupted on his face. “My man, Roy? Is that you?” He explained.
“Dex! It’s great to see you.” I greeted him back.
Dexter went over the counter in one sw
