Fred was done with the taco rather quickly, all the while very much enjoying it. She licked at her fingers before throwing away any wrapper and the napkin. There was a bit of a flush to her cheeks. She bit her bottom lip and looked at the taco stand, then at the others in the line.
"It was a very good taco, but I think I'll need another to make sure it was the best. I haven't had a taco that good in a very long time. And, I've had a lot of tacos here. Well, not a lot. It's not like that's all I eat, but I do eat a lot of tacos. I don't know how I've never seen this stand before. Or you. I'm pretty good with faces." Fred wasn't so far gone as to think the City's inhabitants, which she didn't always count herself as one, looked so much alike they couldn't be told apart. "Not always names, but faces. Are you new? Though, why would the City make a new taco stand? Sure, with all the many permutations in location and timing, it could be possible I've missed this stand, but I don't think so. How do you just miss a taco stand? I'd have found out about you. So, you're new, right?"
Fred looked at him, her eyes narrowing. "Have you always sold tacos?"