Blurb：
Huxley, the future villain, runs a humble taco stand where he serves mouthwatering tacos to a regular customer. Despite his mysterious background and striking appearance with a teardrop mole, their interactions revolve around the delicious mild tacos he expertly prepares. As bullet comments reveal Huxley’s true identity as a young villain, the protagonist remains focused on the irresistible tacos, visiting daily for three months straight. This slice-of-life story blends street food cravings with hidden villain lore, where tacos become an unexpected bridge between a background character and a destined antagonist. The sizzling grilled chicken, crisp onions, and golden tortillas create an addictive culinary experience that even trumps villainous revelations.
Content：
I saw Huxley on the food market.
He was working behind his taco stand, wearing a simple black T-shirt.
His stand looked empty and a bit pitiful.
I noticed him, but my attention wasn’t really on him.
Mmm, taco!
My mouth started watering. I hurried over and said,
One taco, mild!
Huxley glanced up at me.
“Sure.”
He skillfully spread the tortilla and put toppings on it.
With a sizzle, the scent of grilled chicken floated in the air.
My eyes lit up. “Wow, you’re amazing!”
His expression didn’t change, but his hand shook slightly, and he flipped the tortilla too early.
Part of it tore.
But he recovered quickly, flipping it back over a second later. He coughed lightly.
“It’s fine.”
I said, “Okay.”
The rest went smoothly. After the taco was wrapped up, I paid and couldn’t wait to take a bite.
The meat was juicy, and the onions were perfectly crisp.
So, so good!
I thought that would be it, but the next day, I started craving it again.
I patted my little belly and hesitated for just a second before giving in.
One of the downsides of being a background character was living a too regular routine.
It wasn’t that I wanted to eat it again — I had to!
With that justification, I headed back to the same food market.
It was summer, so the sky was still bright around 5 or 6 p.m.
Vendors were already setting up.
I spotted Huxley right away — tall and standing out in the crowd.
He was struggling to push his cart through the crowd. I walked over and said,
“Let me help you.”
Maybe surprised to see me again, he looked at me for a couple of seconds before saying “Thanks”.
His voice was cool and reserved.
I grinned. “No problem! I’ll take one taco, still mild.”
“Sure.”
He pushed the cart to its usual spot and started making the taco.
Learning from yesterday’s “failure”, he didn’t flip it too early this time.
I watched eagerly as he finished, paid the money and took off with my food, without saying anything more.
Huxley: “…”
For the next three months, I became a regular at his stand.
I heard from others that Huxley’s family wasn’t well-off.
To help out, he often skipped classes to run his stand.
The teachers turned a blind eye.
Now, everyday after school, I would stop by on my way home.
“One taco, mild.”
“Sure.”
“One, please.”
“Okay.”
We repeated the same exchange, like programmed robots.
Eventually, whenever I showed up at his stand, he’d start making the taco without me even ordering.
One day, I was happily waiting when suddenly bullet comments flashed before my eyes:
[Isn’t this the young version of the villain? He’s so handsome!]
[LMAO, I thought this side character was going to redeem him!]
[No way. She doesn’t have a hint of romance in her eyes — just pure love for tacos.]
[Hey, isn’t loyal patronage a form of redemption too? LOL!]
I blinked, wondering if I was seeing illusion from hunger.
villain?
I took a closer look at Huxley.
He was focused on the taco, his brow strong, his sharpness softened by his dark hair.
Noticing my stare, he paused and looked up. His dark eyes were intense.
I: “…”
That’s when I realized Huxley was unusually good-looking for a street food vendor.
His eyes were narrow with a faint red teardrop mole under one — cool but with a touch of allure.
Okay, maybe he did look a bit like a villain.
But his tacos were amazing!
Smelling the scent, I swallowed and asked eagerly,
“Is it almost done?”
[LOL, the villain’s charm is wasted on her.]
[Our girl only has eyes for food!]
[She’s dedicated — who eats tacos for three months straight?]
I skimmed the comments and pursed my lips.
Anyway, the future villain made great tacos!
I even wondered if he was going to make his fortune from this.
As I was lost in thought, his cool voice brought me back.
“It’s ready.”
I looked down at the steaming taco — golden edge of tortilla, fresh onions and lettuce, ham, pork loin and grilled chicken.
So colorful and appetizing.
I thanked him quickly and took a big bite before stepping away.
Best eaten hot!
Hearing a soft chuckle, I looked up and caught a fleeting smile on Huxley’s face.
He didn’t look away.
“Is it that good?”
“You make it amazing!” I blurted out.
No hesitation — that would be disrespectful to the taco!
But Huxley seemed to misinterpret. He stared at me, light shimmering in his eyes.
He opened his mouth like he wanted to say more, but a customer came over.
“One taco with egg and bacon, please.”
I kept eating and added, “His tacos are the best!”
The customer nodded. “Really?”
Catching my words, other people gathered, and soon business picked up.
Satisfied, I slipped away.
I didn’t notice Huxley watching me leave before turning back to his customers, his expression dimming.
The next day at school, I passed Huxley in the hallway and acted like I didn’t know him.
He usually wore a mask at the stand, probably to avoid being recognized.
So I walked by naturally.
Huxley hesitated for a second.
More comments popped up:
[Did the villain just try to say something?]
[Look at his frown! She’s been eating his tacos for months — does she not even remember him?]
[Well, she’s just a minor character anyway.]
I ignored them.
The day passed quickly. It was my turn to clean the classroom with my desk-mate, Sienna.
But after class, I saw Sienna heading out. I stopped her.
“Sienna, we have cleaning duty today. Did you forget?”
She glanced at me coldly.
“I have something to do. Can you handle it?”
Before I could refuse, I noticed a familiar figure outside the classroom.
It was Liam, my childhood friend!
He was standing there casually with his friends, laughing and looking over.
My heart raced. Was he here for me?
But before I could approach him, his face lit up at Sienna walking past.
“Sienna!”
I froze. Comments mocked me:
[Does she really think she’s something in front of the female lead?]
[Though she’s the childhood friend of the devoted second male lead, he’ll reject her for Sienna in a second!]
[Can’t wait to see Liam turn her down!]
I: “…”
Fine! I knew better than to confess! I wasn’t stupid.
Liam followed Sienna without a backward glance.
I stood there, my hand tightening at my side.
Liam and I had known each other for 18 years, and it always felt like I was waiting for him.
When we were kids, if I fell, he’d keep heading forward and urge me to hurry up.
I’d struggle to get up and follow, fighting back my tears.
I didn’t understand love back then, but Liam was my only friend.
He’d give me birthday gifts and ruffle my hair.
As we grew up, I developed feelings for him.
But I’d never seen him look at anyone the way he looked at Sienna.
So careful, hopeful, eager.
When you like someone, it shows.
I lowered my head, feeling a pang of loss.
I turned and went back to the classroom.
Well.
I’d comfort myself with two tacos today!
What I didn’t know was that Huxley had been watching me in the hallway, his eyes unreadable.
After cleaning, the classroom was empty.
By the time I finished taking out the trash and washing up, it was dark.
The street vendors were out when I left school.
Huxley’s stand already had customers.
I was about to go over when I heard a taunting voice,
“Hey, it’s the taco guy! Back again?”
“Just so you know, his family’s poor. This stuff probably isn’t even fresh — you’ll get sick!”
A group of guys in school uniforms were messing with Huxley’s stand, kicking it and knocking over the ketchup.
It splattered everywhere.
People backed away.
Within minutes, the area was empty.
Huxley stood behind the stand, his expression cold.
The bullies didn’t leave but sat at a nearby barbecue stand to watch.
Comments exploded:
[They’re doing this because he wouldn’t let them cheat off his test!]
[His business is ruined today. Things will be harder for him…]
[It’s okay — once he becomes successful, they’ll beg him for help.]
Already in a bad mood, I got angrier because of the scene.
I wanted to help him but knew I didn’t have the power alone.
So I randomly came to a few passersby.
“Could you buy a taco from that stand and bring it to me? I’ll pay.”
They agreed, confused but willing.
The bullies were surprised people were still buying Huxley’s tacos.
They glared at the stand but couldn’t stop the crowd.
Until one of them noticed me and stormed over.
Huxley, busy at the stand, suddenly looked up and found out what was happening. His eyes widened.
“Hey, you like Huxley or something?”
A nasty voice hissed in my ear. I turned, and someone yanked my ponytail hard.
My scalp stung, tears welling from the pain.
“Mind your own business, b**ch!”
The guy let go and raised his hand to slap me. I braced myself.
But the hit never came.
There was a rush of movement and a loud thud.
I opened my eyes to see the guy on the ground.
Huxley, furious, was punching him, his knuckles bleeding.
The other bullies rushed over, and a fight broke out.
People gathered, some recording with their phones.
I was stunned until someone shouted,
“The police are coming!”
The bullies scrambled up, threatening Huxley before running off.
Huxley stood, his expression dark, a cut on his lip and a bruise on his cheekbone.
I helped him up, “Are you okay?”
He checked me over before nodding, “I’m fine. How about you?”
“I’m okay too.”
The crowd dispersed. We stood in silence.
Then he went back to his stand.
I hovered nearby, feeling guilty.
The people I’d asked for help had left after the fight.
I stammered, “I, I…”
“The usual?” he asked calmly, as if nothing had happened.
I remembered my plan, “Two today!”
“…Okay.”
Maybe it was my imagination, but he seemed clouded while making the second one.
He accidentally added spice — a lot of it.
I watched him layer on the hot sauce, figuring he was upset, and didn’t say anything.
It was fine. I would just drink more water.
When he handed them over, he paused.
“Senior year isn’t a good timing for dating.”
Me: “??”
What was he talking about?
Distracted by the spicy tacos, I mumbled “I’ll see you later” and left.
Seeming to realized what he had just said, Huxley froze in place.
[What did he mean by that?]
[Probably relating — he likes the female lead who doesn’t like him, and the side character likes her childhood friend who doesn’t like her. Both unlucky in love.]
[I don’t think so… Does anyone else think something’s off??]
I ignored the comments, ate the mild taco, and forced down the spicy one with water.
But I was terribly bad with spice.
The next day, my voice was gone.
At school, Sienna laughed.
“Maya, what happened?”
“And thanks for covering cleaning duty yesterday.”
I nodded, voice incredibly hoarse, “No problem.”
Sienna left but returned shortly and placed a box of throat lozenges on my desk.
“Consider it thanks,” she said quietly before turning back to her work.
I stared at the lozenges, then at her profile.
My annoyance about her and Liam from yesterday faded.
She was really something — pretty and thoughtful.
No wonder she was the female lead.
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