It's Not Too Late
Why did he keep coming to my stall?
Did he really love eating this?
"Do you really enjoy hotdogs?" I couldn't resist asking one day.
"I don’t particularly love it. Why do you ask?" He took a bite, answering vaguely.
"If you don’t love it, why do you come here every day?" Could it be possible that he didn't have enough money to afford a decent meal?
But he didn't seem like a broke person.
"Because you're here." He took another bite.
I didn't catch on to his words. After swallowing, he suddenly leaned closer, looking at me seriously.