James left Transgenerational.

He went to a random food stall, ordering some food and some beer.

He enjoyed his meal and beer alone.

He was enjoying a rare moment of peace when his phone chimed with a message.

He read the message.

“Hi, it’s Zion Lloyd. Together with my wife Louisa Zahn, I’ve opened a barbeque restaurant in Old Town. It’s launching on the 2nd of September, and we’d love for you to attend! The address is Old Town, 54, Sand King Road. The name of the restaurant is Dragonair Barbecue. This is a mass message. Sorry for any inconvenience caused.”

When he read the message, James was stunned.

“Zion’s opened a restaurant?”

Zion was his classmate and best friend in high school.

He remembered that Zion was poor. When he was a young boy, his dad died in a car crash, leaving his mom to raise him.

“Since it’s Zion’s place, I’ll be there,” James muttered to himself.

He checked the calendar on his phone.

It was the 1st today. Tomorrow, it would be the 2nd.

He called Zion.