She snapped to her senses and followed him.
She saw him enter a night market street.
The night market was bustling with people, surrounded by open-air restaurants.
The air was thick with the smells of cooking, making everything feel a bit greasy.
He walked up to a small restaurant.
He put down his backpack, greeted the owner, and started washing dishes at a spigot outside.
The dirty dishes were piled high as a small mountain.
The boy wore an apron, and the sunset's afterglow cast a pleasant, picturesque light on him.
Nina Donovan ate her grilled squid, sitting on a small stool and watching Jasper Sherwood across the way.
'So this is how he makes his money,' Nina Donovan complained inwardly. 'Julian Campbell is a real piece of work, stealing his hard-earned cash.'
Misty chimed in, [You can't be a main character without a tragic backstory.]
