Andrew came to a stop in front of a small kiosk.

He rushed to my side and opened the door.

I stepped down with a look of confusion.

“What are we doing here?” I asked.

“Well, this little getaway has successfully drained and left me broke,” Andrew began, tucking his hands in his pockets.

“So… we're going to have to survive off of street food.”

“Street food?” I echoed, with a grin.

“Yes, milady,” Andrew said, with a low bow.

“Although I am quite sorry about these… changes.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Shut up…”

“Duly noted.”

I stared at the kiosk with uncertainty.

“Is it safe though?”

“Trust me, it...