"Hey girl, haven't seen you in ages. Must be over six months, right?" The owner had a sharp memory.
Eleanor really hadn't come here often. She did love the snacks, but since she'd been covering her own expenses, money was tight. Every now and then, she'd treat herself just to curb the cravings.
"Yeah," she replied, not wanting to get into it. Then pulling Ethan along, she pointed at the mouthwatering options. "Martin, anything here catch your eye?"
Ethan shot a subtle frown at the food display.
This kind of street food was totally not his thing.
Plus, with his mild germophobia, these stalls always left him feeling a bit iffy inside.
"You're not into this stuff?" Eleanor gave him a surprised look.
She could've sworn Martin used to like these snack foods.
"I like it
