LOCATION: near the food court TIME: 7th of March, 14.30 pm @deathfounds
Zhyan penned down the last of his comments on the three artists he had managed to see when running from stage to stage. He wiped away the sweat from his forehead. At least he was still in good shape. Content with his findings, he sat down on the floor, getting some of the food he hadn’t gotten to eat earlier from his bag, and nibbled on the vegan baklava while looking up the festival program again. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t put it to memory.
He sniffed the air when a familiar scent hit him, and jumped to his feet - more like scrambled with his bang hanging over one shoulder, his phone in one hand, and baklava in the other - and walked up to a stranger holding a food that reminded him of home. “Sorry, can I ask where you got that?” He asked. “It is laddu right?”