Ting
Leon stepped into the utensil shop and saw the same old man from before.
"What do you want, kid?" the old man asked with a neutral expression, glancing at Leon.
"I need some utensils and—" Leon began, but his eyes drifted to the half-eaten creame puff sitting on the counter.
"No, no... Don't look at that. It's mine," the old man grumbled as he hurriedly stuffed the rest of the creame puff into his mouth, Like it's the last piece of food he is ever going to eat.
Nom-Nom-Nom
'Ah... shit. I never collected the money for those creame puffs from Ellie's family. I'll have to get that too,' Leon thought, keeping his expression neutral as the old man chewed greedily.
"Well... what do you want?" the old man asked again, brushing crumbs from his beard.
"Utensils. A pan, some bowls, and spoons," Leon said flatly.
"Tell me one by one. I'm old, kid," the man grumbled as he stood up.
—
15 minutes later
Leon stepped out of the shop, arms full of utensils, and stretched his back.
