eard they locked it away so that no one but you could find it. So we ar

esy, with a soft and slightly chewy texture from the past

and what cheesy and creamy food they brought

ng two or three bites of his food. "You don't like macaroni and chees

ors about it from the others in the street who have snuck i

ingers if care was not taken, and at this moment, when I knew it was the

n, you are eat

tte. On the street, was there even such a thing as etiquette? As I ate

red all over my face and hands, with stains on my

he last tim

hungry person is a person that would care less about eating cult

had already finished mine and the br

immediately. This was so loud that the people in

s, and immediately, even without finishing his food, he rose to

t have we eaten to cost that much? Perhaps I can help

s voice interrupted my thought,

with my food-stained cheeks, jaw, and hands. And

opened the door for me by hims

e turned to look at me,

ndered why he always reversed all his drives quickly or if that was the normal speed of his c

d this while turning

her restaurant?" I asked. But there was no enti

ot lift the lever but only waited for him to c

"Chic Threads Boutique." The grin on my face stretched from one

the street. Other boys approached me and tore my clothes, and they even took my wri

eye. It was not enough that he fed me; he took me to a store to change out of

nside of the boutique. However, he did not say a word in response.

he interior design created an intimate and visually pleasing space. The walls wer

lothing lines and accessories displayed on racks. The staff welco

body," she said with a smile as she held my hand and took me to an