The chaos behind the C Class food stall was an intense blur of focused activity. The four friends were working nonstop, their movements efficient and synchronized, not a single moment spared.
The fried chicken and corndogs were pulled from the sizzling oil one batch after another, barely having time to drain before they were snatched up.
The dumplings, hot and fragrant from the bamboo steamer, were selling faster than lightning.
Blaze and Grey manned the cooking stations, moving like veteran chefs despite their lack of practice, while Aeron raced between prepping new batter and shaping more dumplings.
Lenore stood at the front, managing the payments.
Her head was spinning from the constant stream of transactions, calculating change, and ensuring the smooth flow of the relentless queue.
