As Thraeryn gazes at Falafel guy, better known as Ibrahim, he sees a robust man with a peppered mustache that hints at a life rich with stories. He dons a simple apron smeared with spots of grease and hot sauce – medals of his culinary battles. His eyes are sharp and observant, a trait no doubt honed during his time in the Israeli military. A slight scar on his forearm, perhaps from a kitchen mishap or something more covert, is barely visible as he deftly flips a spatula in hand – a subtle reminder of his capacity for both creation and danger.

taken in #downtown - Falafel guy