"Dun—de—dun—dun, dun—dun—de—da," Andrea hummed quietly. Her toned legs laid crossed on one of the handles of her cart, and she swayed her upper foot to the beat in her head. So there's something to be said for a bit more padding in the rear, Andrea admitted to herself as she wiggled her firm buttocks on her now much more comfortable seat. Her eyes followed the lazy drunken dance of a butterfly while she wound a strand of her long golden hair around her slender forefinger. With the cool wall against her back and the warm rays on her body, the hour where the sun made it down into the narrow side street was her favorite time. She tugged absentmindedly on a crease of strain in her worn gown's fabric as she counted the display of her fishes for the umpteenth time. No sale, no change. The laid-o
