Publisher's Synopsis
People shuffled back and forth lethargically through the street market in South Memphis. The food scraps littered around, dull neon store lights, tired workers heading home, and elderly people browsing for the cheapest deals made for a depressing atmosphere under the dusky sky.
By a low wall near the crossroads, a laid-back young man was running a shish kabob stall.
He wore a white vest and was covered in grease and dirt. Spread out on the floor like a mat beneath him was an old brown sheet.
The young man's hair was a bit messy, and his handsome face looked slightly older than his years. Unfortunately, no matter what he looked like, no girl passing by would even look at him, because he was just a shish kabob vendor.
