My Darling Superstar
“That’s the place.”
Justin squinted. “That? Are you sure we’re not lost or drunk?”
Emily giggled, swaying a little as she walked. “I might be tipsy, but I’m not hallucinating. That’s the spot. Come on, Richie Rich. Time to eat like the average people.”
Justin chuckled, following her with a shake of his head. “This is definitely not on any of my usual maps.”
The booth was small… just a counter, a few stools, and a steaming pot of broth that filled the air with the scent of garlic, ginger, and something comforting. A sleepy old man behind the counter gave them a nod as they approached.