at night, at the end of a street in the USA, in a van with ice cream and "secret" sweets.

Caryl was sitting at the cash register. his green hair was blowing in a light breeze while half of his head was peeking out of the car window. there were abrasions on the guy's face, and amber eyes stared at the stars while a cigar smoldered in his mouth. he was distracted by footsteps, and then a woman's whisper "cotton candy". this is the password for selling drugs