THE BEGINNING OF GOODBYES

"THAT'S going to be a problem because I'm bad with faces," Ruto told her with the same carefree attitude that he had shown her from the start. "I'll try my best though."

"Don't worry. You don't need to try your best," Neoma assured him while waving her hand. "I'm pretty sure that my face is unforgettable anyway."

It looked like he was about to say something but they were interrupted again.

This time, three grown men approached the stall.

They looked sketchy though.

The men wore a hooded black cloak that almost covered their faces. They also talked in a foreign, unfamiliar language…

… while looking at her.

She didn't know if Ruto noticed that but he stood in front of her as if he was hiding her from the obviously dangerous strangers.

"Hello, gentlemen," Ruto greeted his customers. "Would you like some corndogs? I'm about to go home now so you can take everything."