OPEN: To Anyone!
When he first arrives at the fair, it's with a simple brown box. There's not much to say about it, except that it appears to be fairly heavy, and the soft clatter of cans bumping up each other can be heard each time Faihan adjusts the box in his arms. He weaves through the people already gathered to enjoy the sun and the rides and the food, feeling the edges of his burden pressing into his arms and threatening to cut off the blood flow. It's a hot day to be carrying a heavy load, but it's for a good cause.
He just wishes that he knew where exactly the food drive drop off is, because he's not sure his arms are going to agree to this task for too much longer. He decides, then, to ask the next person he sees for directions.