Alexandra moved out of Mikael's apartment.
Her eyes once again lingered in the shabby apartment corridor before looking at the distant playground where children's laughter echoed.
The parents chatted while the dogs circled around the teenagers, playing with a frisbee. A food stall selling street food was visible. A focused look could make out the skewers, French fries and ready-to-eat hamburgers it had placed on the barbecue counter.
Alexandra's eyes narrowed at the food stall for a few moments. Saliva could be seen dripping out of her mouth, which she gracefully wiped before stepping towards the apartment complex's main gate.
About 30 minutes later, carrying a paper package of meat skewers and French fries, Alexandra made her way towards the minimalistic-designed car, which, although costly, was hard to differentiate from what the common folks used. Perfect for visiting a friend whose financial conditions weren't as good.
