Roldan's POV

As I wrap up listing my order for the sandwich, a heavy, familiar hand claps against my back, nearly making me stumble.

“BRO!” Maelor’s unmistakable voice booms beside me, filling the space with his usual boundless energy. Despite myself, I grin and turn to greet him.

“Hey,” I reply, locking arms with him in a firm grip. “How the hell did you manage to find me here?”

Words aren’t needed; Maelor taps his nose ...