Chapter 2Bassel filled a bowl of tomato soup for the young woman standing next to the food cart. No, not a woman. They were short and fine-limbed, but their energy wasn’t feminine at all. They hadn’t asked for anything but had crept closer and closer as more customers bought their bowls and left. There was a turmoil of emotions swirling in Bassel’s chest, despair and anger being the most prominent.
“Have a seat, love.”
Their eyes widened, and for a moment Bassel believed they’d run away.
“Is tomato soup okay?” He held out the bowl.
“I…eh…How much?” They patted their pockets.
“On the house today. Have a seat and talk to me. What’s your name?”
They hesitated a moment too long. “Riley.” They whispered it as if they weren’t sure they were allowed to use it.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Ril
