The Net

Pastel was a delicious snack commonly found on the streets of Rio, somewhat like a domestic meat pie. Flour was spread into a square, wrapped around cheese, beef, chicken, and the like, then deep-fried until golden.

The vendor had already fried several Pastel and set them aside, but no one was interested. Naturally, this was because of the theater hostage situation that had brought traffic on Rio's busiest street to a complete standstill.

Of course, the vendor wasn't particularly concerned about his sales at the moment. He was also following the latest updates on Twitter about the theater incident, along with the congratulatory messages sent by all sorts of shady characters flooding the screen... Er, they were supposedly inside scoops.

In short, Rio was in complete chaos that night. As spectators enjoying the drama, the masses were even more than happy to participate in this unprecedented discussion.

"I'd like two Pastel."

"Oh... Just a moment." Although he was somewhat reluctant, since he was reading the most exciting part of the gossip, the vendor still responded to the customer who had come to his stall... a young customer.

An Easterner?

The vendor gave him a surprised look. There was also a woman behind the young man, wrapped in a suit jacket. Her dress had probably been torn or something?

But they still had the mood to come here and buy food? Shouldn't they be watching from the front and becoming part of the great crowd of spectators?

The vendor packed the food while distracted, his eyes never leaving his phone.

"There should be plenty of hungry people over there. Perhaps you could take some fresh Pastel with you and sell them among the crowd. I think business would be quite good." After taking the vendor's two Pastel, the young man smiled.