Chapter 25 Panic Attacks and How to Overcome Them with Rafael's Way

"You want hot dogs?" Rafael asked while pointing at the food truck that was at the end of the road.

“Roadside hot dogs? Can you guarantee its cleanliness?” Cheryl squinted, staring at the crowd of people lining up in front of the food truck.

“Queen of cleanliness,” Rafael put down the grocery wrap in his hands, and he touched Cheryl's shoulder, making her turn to face him, “I can't guarantee the cleanliness of the food here, but I'm interested in trying it. Would you like to try?"

Cheryl rolled her eyes. In all her life, she never thought that she would visit a busy and crowded traditional market. This place is terrible. Hundreds of people walked from side to side, looking for the seller they wanted. Traditional markets sell vegetables, meat, clothing, household appliances, and even fast food.

"I do not want!" Cheryl crossed her arms over her chest, “food like that isn't guaranteed to be clean. It must also taste awful too.”

"Okay, then you just wait here. I want to order the hot dog.