416 Street Food

"Street food."

Das froze for some seconds and uttered, "Let's go home."

"Why? I really have the money."

"That's not the problem here. There is no way I am eating at street stalls."

"Why not?"

"That's suicide! You don't eat street foods."

"Why? They are tasty."

Das gasped as he said, "You have eaten there before?"

"Yeah?"

"How are you alive?"

Elena squinted her eyes and said, "You are overreacting."

"Still, why do you eat there? Your parents are lawyers, right? They must earn a lot, right?"

Elena nodded.

"Then why don't you--" Das gasped and said, "Don't tell me, they don't give you any pocket money?!"

"No, they do. They give me one thousand every month."

"Then why don't  you--"

Elena made a face that has was seeing since the first day they met.

Das raised his eyebrows and said, "You used up all the money on something, didn't you?"

Elena quietly nodded.