Last stall, last customer

Mandai Road, 36 km. I'm wet and hungry. Wet because of sweat (and my spectacles still steam up in the cool aftermath of rain). Hungry because I Ieave the office late and want to cycle my bicycle while the star shines (I see only one in the cloudy night sky). If I can't do a century ride because of a washed out weekend, I can do it over a few nights; some training is better than none. I stop at a hawker centre for dupper (if brunch is breakfast/lunch, dupper is dinner/supper). There is only one food stall open. I'm the last customer, I reckon. The hot soup tastes sooooo good.