Hidden

“Um,” the man struggles with his words, sounding as uncertain as he looks. “If. You could possibly forget you’ve seen me here, that would be best.”“Sorry, sorry, I don’t think I can do that.” He keeps his smile locked on his face and holds his hands up in front of him. It’s both a fact that he cannot manage to forget about this moment and a choice he’s making. No forgetting, only helping. He offers the sect heir an alternative. “But, I promise I won’t tell anyone I’ve seen you.”“That-“ The noodle man’s head droops. “I. That is alright, too. I’ll be out of the way soon.”--Godot just wants to go home, make himself some noodles, and throw himself back into his work. Now he has a whole different sort of noodle to worry about.