enjoy myself.
We wandered through the market after coffee. Sabrina greeted several vendors by name, asked about a woman’s injured wrist, and remembered that another had a daughter starting college. Away from the store, her interest had none of the polished efficiency people used when friendliness was part of a job.
At a tomato stand, she examined the produce and asked whether I cooked often.
“Enough to remain alive.”
“Ambitious.”
“I made chicken pasta the night we met.”
“With the rescued garlic?”
“The garlic had a complicated evening.”
She laughed,
