Chapter 30: I Can’t Be Rattled

After a long and fulfilling day at the gallery, I decided to drive to the local market where I usually shop for groceries. The market had a vibrant energy that I always found refreshing, and I enjoyed interacting with the friendly vendors. As I pulled into the parking lot, I felt a sense of anticipation, looking forward to picking out fresh produce and other essentials for the week. I grabbed my reusable shopping bags from the trunk and made my way into the bustling market. The familiar sights and sounds greeted me as I walked through the aisles, selecting items from the various stalls. The vendors I frequented recognized me and greeted me warmly. I chatted with them as I picked out fresh vegetables, fruits, and other ingredients for my meals. “Lily, it’s good to see you!” called out Mr. Thompson, the owner of my favorite fruit stall. “We’ve got some fresh strawberries today. Just arrived this morning.” I smiled and walked over to his stall. “That sounds perfect, Mr. Thompson. I’ll