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As we approach the town plaza, the music and raucous laughter are getting louder and louder. The smell of food is also in the air. It's cooler now, but it is still warm, that a kilometer of walk makes me all sweaty, including my palm that is still tightly held by Theo.
He gives me a beverage bought from a vendor with black hair, black eyes but a fair complexion. Then he buys a very irregular-shaped fried potato with spicy sauce at the top. It is also very delicious. Then he pulls me into another booth selling skewered meat that smells like lamb or chicken. It's cooked over braziers of charcoal. It's become very hot, that I removed my coat. I am covered with sweat and he grins at the way I look, probably wet and disheveled in the afternoon heat.
So, he pulls me into a shaded area, my hand in his left hand, and his right hand holding the skewered meat. He sits on the bench and pulls me with him.
"Are you not hot?" I ask, wiping the sweat off my shoulders.
"I am," he answers, then removes his coat and hood. He is as wet as I am. Then he turns his face away from the crowd, so no one will recognize him. Besides, there are a lot of men with black hair. The violet highlights in his hair are not noticeable unless people come close.
"Here," he says. He pushes the skewered meat onto my lips. I frown at him. "Bite on it."
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