"…Somewhat milky sweet when tasted. It's powdered."
A boy wearing a mask, holding what seemed to be popcorn, was standing in front of a shop trying to describe something.
Behind him stood a slim guy, watching like a bodyguard. The boy kept explaining to the shop owner, a bag of popcorn in one hand.
The shop owner, who had been listening to the boy, gave him a puzzled look.
"Erm… you mean powdered milk?" he asked, pointing to a tin on his shelf clearly labeled POWDERED MILK in bold letters.
Tarkan turned his head from side to side, making sure no one was around except for the slim figure. His face flushed slightly, embarrassed, but he kept his composure.
Cough cough
"Yes," he said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Give me two, please."
Tarkan quickly paid, took the goods, and dragged Slim away from the scene.
"Well, that was embarrassing," Slim muttered under his breath.
