So we ended up at a shabby little Chinese restaurant tucked between a laundromat and a vape shop. Thankfully, they accepted QR payments from Gregor’s phone. I was about to pass out from hunger, so I didn’t even complain when the food came out steaming hot, full of peppers that looked like weapons.

The first bite lit my tongue on fire. “Oh my god,” I choked, fanning my mouth. “This is lava.”

Gregor, of course, ate like it was nothing. Shoveling noodles and dumplings like a man ...