4 tables away stood a man. How peculiar and at the same time normal he looks. Thick hair, half dyed blonde. A largish head compared to his stunted height. I suppose he has short legs or something, he doesn’t seem to have normal proportions. He leans onto the table, in front of him stands a huge tub of pre-prepared chilli sauce, waiting to be scooped into small saucers.
A customer arrives, he engages. An order is placed, like a clandestine agreement between two familiar parties. The man gives a knowing nod with a straight face. He turns around to the stall, whips out a red plastic bag. Perhaps another chicken rice takeaway, or one of those myraid orders.