Sylvie Lockwood drove, circling halfway around the city.
She finally stopped at the entrance of their old high school.
The school year had already started. It was late, and the students had already finished their evening self-study sessions. From the outside, the classroom lights were out, but the food street on the other side of the school was still ablaze with lights.
Barbecue, spicy hot pot, skewers... The street had almost every kind of night market snack imaginable.
But it was less crowded now, not as lively as it was right after school.
Still, some students lingered, sitting in small groups at the food stalls, eating and chatting.
"What do you want to eat? My treat."
Sylvie Lockwood hadn't been here in a long time. The area had likely been renovated; it was much cleaner and tidier than when they were students.
"I'm not eating."
'Treating me to food?'
Ryder Sharp's thoughts were a jumble.
'Is she getting ready to give me the "nice guy" card?'
