“Who do I have to bribe here to get some quality boba delivered to this uncultured hole of an island?“ Mildly dissatisfied groan framed uttered words, bordering on a complaint really if it wasn’t for the close to a pleading smile present as gaze locked with the nearest person in his vicinity. Daniel stared at them with some level of expectancy, as if they would know or luck would ever have it, actually agree to help him out with his sudden cravings. High hopes keep him going, if nothing else.












