The Ice-cream Shop

ARYA’S POV "Marco, are you sure this is the right place?” Christabel asked, trying to look over me to the window and I chuckled, helping her onto my lap. "It is! I promise, this time it's the right one," Marco said, tapping furiously on his phone. “At least, that’s what the GPS is saying.” Matteo's looked at us through the rearview mirror, and I didn’t miss the look of irritation on his face. His jaw was tight as he checked his watch again. The other guard beside him looked equally unimpressed. "How do you even survive?" Christabel demanded, though she was grinning now. "Plus you claimed you knew the streets very well.” "I haven’t been here in ages.” Marco admitted sheepishly. "But I do know it’s definitely this way. Probably." "Probably?" Matteo's voice had taken on a dangerous edge. "We've been driving for thirty minutes now!" Marco apologized, promising this was the last turn. He led us around another corner, and suddenly his whole face lit up. "There! See? I told you!" An