A few minutes later, in the bustling market street nearby...
Cyril led the way, his larger hand gently clasping Calissa's smaller one, while Adras followed behind, his gaze cautiously sweeping over their surroundings, a trace of unease and wariness in his eyes. As they strolled along, Cyril's attention was drawn to a food stall nestled at the corner of the market street, its setup was moderate, comprising a grill and a display stand for its specialty food.
For their initial meal, Cyril sought simplicity, choosing a food stall with a simple setup. Approaching the makeshift food stall in the corner, the aroma of sizzling kebabs and fragrant fried rice wafted through the air, blending with the distant symphony of vendors vociferously advertising their culinary creations.
