Cyril walked at the forefront, his fingers entwined with Calissa's smaller hand, while her older brother Adras trailed behind, his wary gaze scanning their surroundings with a touch of unease and apprehension. Cyril noticed a food stall at the corner of the market street selling fast foods. They seemed to have only have the grill and a display stand for their food.
For the first course, Cyril decided on a simple food for the siblings. Therefore, he chose that food stall with a simple set up. As they approached a makeshift food stall, the scent of sizzling kebabs and fragrant fried rice permeated the air, mingling with the distant hum of activity from other vendors marketing their specialties by shouting them out loud.
