บท 175: I Want To Stay

Dante always viewed food as fuel. Something he had to consume in order to replenish his energy. He did not care for what he ate, so long as it filled his stomach. He would never forget the first time he truly tasted the food and savored its flavor. 

It was a beautiful day in Spring, they had only just gotten to know one another. As they walked past a row of street stalls, she took him by the hand and led him to a corner stall. They sat down on the stools facing one another. 

"I'm sure you're going to love it!" she exclaimed with an excited smile. 

He did not care much for what they were about to eat. He was fixated on her and her alone. A couple of minutes later, a young boy ran up to them with a small tray. He placed two bowls of piping hot fried rice in front of them.