Alaric had already run far enough from the crowd that was still bustling around the siomay cart. The young man had just sprinted, racing against time so he wouldn't be late.
He glanced toward the busway stop not far from there, the place that would take him toward campus, even if it only went as far as the main road in front of it.
His car, which he had parked on the side of the road earlier, was no longer reachable. The people had completely filled the area around where his car was parked, making the situation so cramped that it was impossible to open the car door because of the mass of people crowding around, hoping to get his autograph.
Alaric had then decided to just leave it there. There was a bit of frustration, yes. But he was also relieved. At least he could get away without being burdened and without having to respond to the overwhelming number of sudden fans asking for his attention.
