There was someone lurking behind him, as he could feel them staring at him. Jason continued to walk without minding what he felt. As soon as he saw a food stall selling hotdogs, he immediately walked towards it. By then, his stomach was already in revolt.
"Hi, can I order two hotdogs in a bun?" There was no line, thank God, or else he would have had to wait much longer.
"Which do you like, mustard or ketchup?" an old man asked him. He had three containers beside him.
Jason wondered what the other one was. Yet, he was too hungry to care. "Simply put them both in. I don’t really care," he replied with a sigh. He was still reeling from the events that happened a few moments ago.
"That would be twenty dollars." The man placed his order inside a cardboard box and gave it to him. To Jason’s
