St lukes food hall by Marie, Harry, and Luka

The smell of spicy hot curry snorts up my nose as the sticky fried rice sticks on my hands. The loud sound of fire booming thunders into my ears as phones start to buzz repeatedly. The intense smell of warm, crispy doughnuts fills the air as my brain freezes from the cold refreshing ice cream. People surround me as they munch on their food slowly, in the corner of my eye are teenagers texting on their new shiny phones with laughter and chatter. As I'm walking to my table, I can feel the heaviness of   my plate and the coldness of my icy cold drink.