Spectator Sport: Sweet starry night

It's already dark after the warm sunset. The dim light bulbs dangling all over the place make it feel so cozy. The shops are categorically differentiate. They start to turn on their light’s banner. The place is crowd with people. Every shop has long line of queuing; they look all tired for waiting in the line, they all sweat and bustling to each other. The smell of food scatters around. I can smell other people sweat mingle with the savory food while I go through the people. The shop that I go through is takoyaki shop, smell of fried octopus in the sweet and richly scented of the flour with their luscious sauce. People who gather there, their pupils are dilate with shimmer.

The more I get closer to the shop the stronger smell it takes. All the stuffy smell of other people clothes is gone. I smell the sweet creamy bakery from the opposite side of takoyaki shop. I proceed to the opposite side. There are not much people in front of the bakery, so I line up behind a woman with a cross-heart tattoo on her arm. There are a lot of games booths are behind the bakery shop: the shooting sound of the plastic gun popping out, the bursting of the balloon has been shot and the chatter of people who talking about the prizes that they might get. “What do you want for your sweets?”I point at a key lime pie as I look around. The baker grab a key lime pie from the display fridge, I can only feel the soft breeze from that fridge. She wraps it in the perfectly-folded flamboyant box and put it in the plastic bag as she hand it to me. The smell is not intense; it’s just a sweet lime scent from the little box. Looking through the overwhelming people for the spot to eat a key lime pie. Then I see the exactly right spot to eat, not near the trash bin and any trees for the disturbance. The bench is squeaking and old-looking but it gives me a mellow feeling. I open the cake’s box and drop the plastic bag on the bench beside me. I scoop the first bite; it’s amazingly yummy; the sour taste of lime, sweet creamy of cream cheese and crunchy of the brittle pie. 

It almost late at night but people are still here. The smiles on their faces are like the face after the great dinners. I eat the last bite of a cake then I throw the trash in the big black bin not far away from the bench. A woman with a cross-heart tattoo is still near the shop waiting for someone. And a man runs to her, saying “I'M SO SORRY!”. He's abit aggrandize about it. She smile back to a man and says “Never mind! It’s only 5 minutes late” They are fine as they hold one’s hands and walk to the games booths. I look up into the dark sky with a lot of stars, they are dazzling and flashing wink. It’s shining, charming, and sparkling. ★

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