Ice cream shop hideout

"There, papa. Are you sure you don't want us to tag along with you? She can be violent at times." They say to Johnson Sr about their own adopted little sister. The man breaks into a smile and pats Alex on his shoulder.

"If she isn't violent, then I shall be worried. She's my lovely daughter. If I cannot see her go through such battles, then I shall help my best on her terms. You should learn that too." The old man says and adjusts the coat around his slumped old shoulders.

Walking inside the ice cream parlor that seemed so simplistic but elegant in its way, he finds his daughter sobbing silently and wiping her tears with a tissue.

He sees a waiter come from that direction as he catches ahold of them, "Did she eat anything?" He asks the waiter who looks in the direction he chinned at.

"Not yet, sir. She hasn't taken anything for that matter."

"Well then, give us two scoops of mango ice cream and white chocolate on top. Thank you very much." The waiter nods and takes the order as Johns