lunch break

A few days ago, I went to lunch with my fellow interns. We went to a lively food court with multiple street vendors. After we ate, JH got up and said he was going to buy some dried fruit. The rest of us finished our lunch and sat there talking, waiting for him to get back.

30 minutes pass.

me: "Where's JH?"
JD: "I think he went to buy dried fruit. But that was awhile ago."
me: "Did he go back to work?"
JW: "He didn't say he was leaving..."
me: "Ok, I'll go look for him."

I walk over to the dried fruit stand. He's not there. But right behind the stand is an older man singing a foreign folk song and hawking CDs. Standing next to him is JH, playing a Peruvian instrument.