Chapter 7

We went to a not secluded neighborhood where the store of the man Tristan wanted to interview was located. The entire area became like artsy grounds for talented people. Artists filled the empty walls along the streets with graffiti, attracting newcomers like us. It was not my first time there, so I just ignored the walls. I had a part-time job there before. Gavin wasn’t also looking and his attention was all on me, making me uncomfortable. He was confident about walking under the sun. Meanwhile, Tristan couldn’t help himself. He had took out his phone and took a picture of everything we passed by.

After a few turns, we finally arrived to where the store was. The yellow color of the signboard said they sell fried chicken. I could even smell from the outside the spices the owner used to cook. The store had no glass walls, but it had a large window where we could take a peak of the inside. It was an old house, and it turned into a store a couple of years after the owner separated from h