Deal

After their conversation William got ready to leave the apartment, throwing on a pair of jeans and a hoodie. Then he texted the contact Mr. Clark gave him.

<Lookin to order something for Mr. Clark>

<Got $?>

<Yeah>

<How much you want?>

<price?>

<1 ben = 1 box>

William thought for a moment, the stuff must be valuable if his landlord was willing to let him slide on several hundred dollars of his rent. Either that or it was really illegal. Reasoning that two boxes wouldn't be any worse than one if he got caught by the cops he texted back.

<got 2 boxes?>

<Yea, swing down to the underpass near grove park in 20 min. Bring Ben>

<yea>

William knew the spot so he quickly made his way over to pick up the stuff. When he got there he saw the typical contribution of tents, trash, and homeless people who always seemed to gather in such places.

As he walked down to the camp he heard a whistle. Looking over he saw a person sitting on a low brick wall in front of a townhouse. Approaching the person. William kept his hands in his pockets.

"Got Ben with you?"

Will tilted his head a bit at the sound of her voice, "Yeah, he's here,"

"Cool," she nodded towards the wall, "Grab a seat I'll go get the cake you wanted,"

William sat and palmed the money.

When she came back she was carrying an actual cake box. The two exchanged goods and William was about to leave when the woman spoke up.

"You ever try that stuff before?"

"What?"

"The cake, you ever had that kind?"

"Uh, no, I haven't,"

Her ebony lips turned up at the corners, "How about you come inside for a bit. I can show you how it works if you want,"

"I don't know,"

"What if you throw in some free icing for the cake?"