Disappointed, Jasmine closed the fridge door. She had initially come to the store to satisfy her cravings, but found nothing inside.
Turning away, she exited the kitchen and headed to the counter to sit down. After a moment of reflection, she left the counter and went outside.
As soon as the bodyguards spotted her, they all focused their attention on her.
“Don’t stand here; it’s hot. Find a shady spot to cool off. If you keep standing here, you’ll attract the students’ attention, and it could hurt the bookstore’s business when school lets out,” one of them advised.
The sight of a line of tall, intimidating bodyguards would deter students from entering the bookstore, as they might assume the guards were gangsters. Previously, when Zachary stood with a serious expression in the store, the students had hurried away in fear.
The bodyguards chosen by Josh for Jasmine were both sturdy and fearsome in appearance, all dressed in black, which only added to their intimidating presence.
“Missus, we’re not afraid of the heat. We can just sit at the entrance of the store,” one of the bodyguards said, speaking on behalf of the group.
After a brief silence, Jasmine asked, “Don’t you feel the heat? It’s over ninety degrees during the day. Don’t you want some ice cream on a day like this?”
The bodyguards remained silent.
“Boris.”
Jasmine called out to one of the bodyguards.
“Yes, Missus?” Boris replied politely.
“Wait a moment; I’m going into the store to get something,” she said.
She turned back and entered the store, pulled two hundred dollars from her purse, and walked back outside. When she handed the cash to Boris, he looked at her in confusion.
“Let me treat you to some ice cream,” she offered.
On such a hot day, take this money and buy some ice cream from Perry’s shop, which offers a variety of flavors. The pricier ice cream is tastier, so you should choose the best one.” Jasmine emphasized the last two sentences, concerned that the bodyguards might hesitate to spend too much.
“Missus, you don’t need to treat us. We can get it ourselves if we want to eat,” one of the bodyguards replied.
“Take the cash and buy some ice cream now. Everyone gets one,” Jasmine insisted, reiterating that each person would receive ice cream. She assumed the bodyguards would also get one for her.
Boris hesitated for a moment, exchanging glances with his colleagues, before accepting Jasmine’s money.
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