What I can do is take you to the right person

Hugo ate his noodles as if the heat didn't bother him, even chugging the soup in consecutive gulps. When he finished, Kiara was still only halfway through her cup. Without hesitation, he reached for the bun she had bought for him and started eating it piece by piece.

While chewing, his eyes never left her.

"Aren't you going to ask me why I'm here?" he asked after a moment.

Kiara glanced up at him, her cup noodles held just below her lips.

"Hmm?" she hummed. "Didn't you just walk by and see a familiar face?"

"That's why you're not asking?"

"Well, duh?" She shrugged. "Why else would you be here? Do you live nearby?"

"No. I don't have a place of my own. My father practically calls me homeless."

Kiara squinted at him. "And you're okay with that?"

"Why wouldn't I be? It's true," Hugo replied with a shrug. "I leech off my parents."

"..." She pressed her lips together and gave a small nod. "Is that so?"