Chapter 123: Revolution
One and a half hours were up and it was time to reconvene with everyone else at the food court. Frankly, Sun-young felt annoyed. There was so much to explore in the mall and she and Marta barely managed to scratch the surface.
In her arms, she was carrying several bags of food. Guilds replaced companies in every sense, including markets and food. For Sun-young, she took a liking to a small-time guild that specialized in Southeast Asian food, her hand occupied one such food. Hotteok, a sweet pancake filled with honey, brown sugar, cinnamon, and nuts—folded and wrapped in paper, making it convenient to carry on the go.
Marta blinked and eyed her from the corner of her eye. A question that had been brewing since forever was finally coming to the front of her voice. "I-is it offensive to ask how you never get fat?"
A big bite later, Sun-young replied, "I walk a lot. Before, it was my campus. Here, it’s the Nebulous Bazaar."
"Is that really why?"
"Yes."
’I mean, it’s either that or I say good genetics, and that’s the worst possible answer.’
"Eh, you said sashimi was overrated and that came out not to be true."
"Agree to disagree," Sun-young said.
Finding Kazi in the food court was very easy. Probably too easy and not for the reasons you might think. Kazi might have been nice and open-minded, but upon retrospect, he was very calm. Very...regal.
Yeah, that was the way to put it: elbow on the table, hand cupping his face, he was simply regal.