107 Chapter 16 (1/2)
After Eric and Evangeline deposited their shopping bags back in the condo, they rode a car and stopped in the middle of a park.
As soon as they got off, the smell of freshly baked Christmas loaves of bread and pastries from the surrounding bakeries waft in their nose. The pink and orange hues of dusk sky faded, replaced by dark shades of blue. Illuminating the surroundings were the amber lights of street lamps lining the pathways.
Evangeline took a lingering gaze at the gigantic Christmas tree at the center of the park adorned with glistening ornaments and lights before she roamed her eyes. Scattered around the park were Festive stalls in all shapes and sizes, decorated with blinking Christmas lights and attractive signs, charming customers in a long line of cue. They offered a variety of things from skillfully handcraft greeting cards, unlimited choices of gifts down to delicacies and drinks.
She blinked, didn't get why Eric brought her in such a place.
”Ah. There it is. Still, the same as I remember.”
She heard Eric's delightful voice and directed her sight to the spot he was looking.
It was a small stall made of wooden planks, hidden from all the bustling and hustling. It had a small kitchen inside with a small wooden rounded chair lining the wooden table. From the cook, she could tell whatever it sells was Asian. She didn't have any qualms with Asian food. In fact, her favorite food was mostly j.a.panese dishes.
But she did have qualms with foods that were sold by unreliable vendors and stalls at the side of the street.
Don't tell me . . .
And yes, Eric pulled her precisely in that direction. She wanted to pull her hand from his grasp. Only she was finding it difficult as her strength left her when she saw it was that kind of stall in the street were smelly men from the construction site eat and drink.
”Eric, it's not safe,” she said, squinting her eyes at the cook who only ignored her and greeted Eric with a broad smile. They seem to know each other based on their greeting and small talk and the warmth in Eric's voice.
Eric sat down on the small rounded chair, entirely at home, while he stared at Evangeline. Innocent painting his face, fighting a mischievous grin from stretching his lips.
”What's wrong? Come on, sit,” he said, tapping the chair next to his. ”The food here is great. I'm a regular here when I'm still staying in Everland.”
Evangeline forced out a smile that only appeared bland. Every nerve in her body screamed in protest not to didn't even a single of her hair nor take a single spec of morsel from the stall.
”Eric, street foods are dirty. They are exposed to air and all kinds of bacteria,” she blurted, a little panic in her voice.
Eric casually wiped his hand with a wet towel the cook handed to him while the latter glanced at her with a raised brow. Evangeline raised an eyebrow in response, twitching the corner of her lips, not hiding her contempt.
She believed all foods that were outside of an enclosed double glazed floor to ceiling gla.s.s window were all dirty and full of unknown bacteria.
”Eve, I may not know anything about bacteria and all that, but ninety percent of our cells are made of bacteria,” Eric said.
”I promise you, the mixed rice here is the best. And besides . . . ,” He glanced at her, lips grinning and eyes teasing, ”a little bacteria might be good for you. It boosts your immune system.”
Evangeline's face couldn't be painted, brows tightly glued together when Eric totally ignored her after saying that. He faced the cook, who was peering at her from time to time with piercing glares.
She sharply took an intake of air and exaggeratedly sighed, head snapping upwards and eyes rolling towards the night sky. She grabbed a disinfectant wipes from her purse and rubbed it on the wooden seat and table while Eric watched her, fighting a smile.
After all the effort of disinfecting the chair and long table, making sure that even the dust scurried away from the cleansing fragrance, Evangeline hesitantly planted her b.u.t.t on the chair beside Eric. Trying her hardest not to squirm when the hardwood touched her skin.
She was sitting at the far corner while Eric occupied the only chair left at her side. With this, no one could sit beside her.
She knew Eric purposely did that. Luckily for him, since her tolerance towards him was not limitless. Eating street food and sitting on a chair that G.o.d only knew how many times stinky smelly people occupied, she could still force herself to do it for him.
But if a fishy smelly person or someone who had done a marathon for three days under a summer sky without taking as much as wiping his sweat sit beside her, she would totally freak out and ran back to her room.