Pleased with his appearance he grabs his wallet, a tall cow leather wallet that can't even fit into his back pocket, the top of it sticking out about two inches. Walking to his dresser he pulls open the top sock drawer, counting out just enough money stashed under some clothes to get a bite to eat. Heading out his door he locks up, the dead lock sealing his home from the outside world. Taking the steps down two at a time he walks out the door into the street and starts off towards the city district where the best food stands are.
Its a short walk, one that leads him from his shop down a few side alleys past a city landmark in his eyes. A elderly man, always wearing the same suit, yellowed from where his sick has stained the pristine white. As it is Tuesday Gerald has a weekly ritual that he would like to perform, continuing his way to the food mart. "Ya' know what? I think Salmon Rolls sound good," Gerald chews on the side of his lip contemplating his options for food. Perhaps the restaurant will have Texas rolls, delicious sushi rolls filled with Guacamole and topped with a half inch cut of prime steak seasoned with a dab of BBQ sauce. 'Yep, changed my mind.' Gerald turns right on a mildly busy street, stopping in front of a homely sushi vender.
"Hey, how you doing?"
"Good, quiet day though," the older man at the stall stands wiping down his rather long knife with a clean white towel. "What can I do for you Young man?"
"Do ya' happen to make Tex'n Rolls here? Sushi with beef slices on top." Gerald's mouth starts watering at the thought of the delicious food and the magnificent cuts of steak.
"No, I think that I can put something together for you though. You want clean raw beef?" the elderly man starts on his way, slicing and dicing his way though the ingredients.
Gerald pulls his cash out of his pocket, leaning back and holding his hat on while he looks at the sign overhead for the price. Setting the bills aside he looks up the road, searching the environment for anything that might catch his attention. Across the street a fruit stands sells fresh bananas and various fruits of a wide range of colors. A little way up the road a thin man walks pushing a refrigerated cart with a small ice-cream jingle playing. Just behind him a pair of small children follow, both crying and slightly disheveled, giving Gerald an odd tingle just behind his ears.
"Here are your rolls sir," Gerald snaps away from the kids and turns back to the elderly man,"Anything Else?"
"Nah, not for me," Handing the man what bills he owes Gerald grabs the two plastic bags of food before looking over his shoulder at the Ice Cream man again. The two children however have vanished, no nearby alleys or doors that they could have stepped into. 'Maybe they took off and I didn't notice.' Turning and heading back the way he came Gerald lets the vendor keep his change. Shrugging off the sensation he walks for about five minuets before he reaches his destination.
The older gentleman with the yellow stain on his shirt. "Mister Yarakuto, I brought you some food." Gerald holds up his spare bag of sushi rolls. "You like sushi right? I have some Tex'n Sushi here that will knock your britches past your boots."
The quite man looks up, his deep eye sockets showing less and less personality with each visit. "Thank you Gerald, You know I love getting these visits from you."Holding his hands out he gratefully takes the food, bowing his head in gratefulness, the bald spot on his crown more and more prominent.