Clyde found the food street easily. The stalls were all lined up under bright yellow lights, some blinking, some streaming with the scent of frying oil and sugar. People were everywhere, eating, laughing, chatting with their mouths full. It was noisy, lively, and crowded. He didn't even have to look hard.
There, just past the takoyaki cart, stood Micah.
The boy was hunched over a food stall, stuffing one fish ball into his mouth with one hand while the other carefully packed things into a luxurious container.
He looked a bit flushed, chewing quickly and avoiding eye contact with anyone around.
Clyde narrowed his eyes. That was Jacklin's container.
Then Micah moved to several stalls, buying different snacks while popping one into his mouth like it was candy.
The audacity of this kid!
