By the time the sun reached its peak, Micah's energy slowed. With a sigh of satisfaction, Micah declared that he had bought enough.
"Lunch," Micah announced, tugging Darcy toward the end of the street. "I know a place… you'll love it."
He led Darcy to a well-known seafood restaurant located near the waterfront. The restaurant was lively, the sound of clicking dishes and chatter rising above the scent of grilled fish and garlic butter. They were guided to a balcony where the sea stretched out before them, waves glittering in the sunlight.
They sat down at a small wooden table draped in white linen. Dishes soon filled the surface: a platter of streaming clams with ginger and scallions, golden fried shrimp, grilled fish with lemon slices, and a bowl of fragrant rice. Micah's eyes lit up at the spread, and he dug in eagerly, chopsticks clattering as he reached for the shrimp.
