It was a fine day, with the sun not too harsh and the temperature more forgiving. The little humidity in the air also helped the day have a comfortable freshness. The crowd on the street was moving, showing different currents going to different direction, but with its noise adding itself to the one of the vehicles on the road that had the sound of their klaxons intersperse with the noise of their engines, with some driver throwing curses around, whether because of the day, some stress or their fellow drivers.
At a stall on the side, Lucas, seemingly having taken upon himself to grade the local cooking techniques, could be seen buying food while swallowing the one he had in hands. In the bag he was holding, you could see sticks of skewers peeking out, and with its form, it could be ascertained that they had not been the only thing within.
"Do you want some-"
