Freira was picking some vegetables that would go well with her stew later when she felt someone drop something by her back. Out of instinct, she looked at what it is and unexpectedly saw familiar green eyes staring back at her—only this time, they were close and not by the shore where she usually sees them.
"That would be ninety Pesu, Freira," the vendor called and she immediately looked back at her before taking a Leon in her purse. "Would that be all? You don't like a fish to go on with your supper? Ambrose, here, said that they had such a great catch this morning."
She glanced at her back and saw Ambrose was still there—leaning by a post as if he is taking a break. She was not expecting to meet him up close today. She just planned on buying some food for her supper in the market and m
