Heath was cooking. What this customer had ordered was not particularly troublesome. The Yellow-Braised Chicken took more time, but that was about it; it was not actually very difficult to make. The only issue was probably that preparing the Purple-ringed Octopus required Heath to concentrate without letting his mind wander. Any lapse could cause problems, so Heath devoted his utmost attention to preparing this serving of Purple-ringed Octopus. Only once it was ready did he bring it over to the customer, who was curiously studying Kirlia and Zoroark.
There was nothing unpleasant in the man's gaze, however, just a trace of curiosity and inquiry. Heath glanced at him and left him alone. As long as he had no bad intentions toward Zoroark or Kirlia, that was fine. After all, if he really did, it would be quite a headache for Heath. As things stood, though, it did not matter. Ever since Kirlia had appeared, many customers had looked at her with that same searching gaze. She was Shiny, after all.
"Have you eaten at my food truck before?" Heath hesitated as he looked at the customer before him, then asked.
After all, this customer had said something earlier about not having seen him in a long time. Heath was quite certain he had never interacted with this customer outside the food truck, so the most likely possibility was that the customer had eaten at his food truck before, leaving him with some vague recollection. He had probably eaten here only a few times and then stopped coming.
"Yes, I had some pufferfish and a few other things here before, Mr. Heath." The man smiled heartily as he looked at Heath. Heath froze for a moment, then realized who this customer might be. He had once seen a soul clinging to