WHO KNOWS BEST !
assumed connection: familiar with ryder’s gang status
location: small kimbap restaurant, district x
time: 14:27 pm
tw: tbd
ryder’s eyes flit from the old clock hanging against the older wallpaper of the tiny restaurant to the front door that hangs open. beside the door, the old owner works tirelessly with a new edge rolling off her aged shoulders and bones. he can see the way her veiny arms shake as she rolls the kimbap — going over the motions that came to her like second nature.
a pot of ramen boils on the stove in the other room, its smell wafting over into the cramped sitting area where ryder stands in wait for a spot as the chatter of old men bounce around following the lunchtime rush.
like clockwork, as the minute hand hits the half hour mark, a trio of delinquents come barreling through the door. ryder had been far too busy the past three months to keep this side of the street clean but as soon as word got back to him, he made sure to make no exceptions for the safety of the innocent and harkworking civilians.
it takes less than five minutes for ryder to intimidate the lowly members of the sad neighborhood gang before they’re out the door without another look back. the grandmother thanks him profusely before apologizing that there isn’t any indoor seating available. the clouds rolling outside making the scenery gray does little to nothing in scaring ryder away from a bit of water.
“i’ll take a seat outside any day over missing the chance for your cooking when i finally have the chance to eat it again.”
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