Crossroads

Chapter 285

The night market at Tempa Street was alive with illuminated shops and eateries, adorned with vintage–style billboards overhead. This area was a hub of street food stalls, each manned by local expert chefs with stir–fried seafood in large woks.

Despite the chilly winter streets, the atmosphere remained vibrant. Neon lights twinkled brightly around the bustling streets, where crowds moved about, enveloped in the fragrant aromas of sizzling dishes.

Stephanie wandered through the scene, curiosity evident in her gaze.

Perhaps due to her striking appearance or unconventional attire tonight, she caught the eye of diners at several food stalls, who openly praised her as she passed.

*Beautiful, are you interested in trying our signature set meal! I guarantee you’ll find it delightfull” Suddenly, a jovial food stall owner beside her called out in the local language of Harlington.

Stephanie halted, turning to look at him.

Seeing the middle–aged, plump owner’s friendly smile, even though she didn’t understand his words, she knew well–fed chefs usually cooked well.

Hence, she nodded.

The tables and chairs of the street stalls were open–air, contrasting sharply with the refined formality of five–star hotels. Here, one could feel entirely at ease.

air as patrons savored their meals under the glow of flickering neon lights. At one

they turned to glance back at her. Feeling self–conscious, she quickly

you ever eaten at a food

approached with

hotel experience, that’s not what we offer. Life is about

twinge of embarrassment at his candid

local language of Harlington, she struggled to grasp the nuances of the language, but she could infer from

before. It was during the early days after leaving Reed Villa when she lived modestly but found fascination in exploring

sudden realization that Dominick and his circle would never dine so openly and casually. Even his smiles were

the present. Her eyes widened slightly, betraying a hint of nervousness and awkwardness as she struggled

toward the men’s suit jacket draped over her shoulders. “Are you here with your boyfriend?” He

men’s jacket

friend joining us soon,” Stephanie replied. Loak, known for his cheerful and humorous disposition, initially worried about the language barrier and communication problems between them. Tempa Street

pride, his hearty laughter filling the air. “No worries, having many

into their conversations, and Stephanie couldn’t help but smile in response. Loak blushed slightly. motioning for a