Ah, life's tragedies begin from small, unintended matters like these, each tiny stirring brewing into a stream, and then you start confusing things, going with the flow, only to find yourself banished to a more passive state—and she hates being passive.
She picked about ten kiwis, feeling oddly amiss, and when she looked back—well, who else could be picking fruit not far from her if not him?
This place is quite close to her house but at least a 20-minute drive from his—buying here? That's indeed quirky…
Ignoring him, she continued to choose, her resolve shifting, picking only the expensive items like yellow dragon fruits and cherries, piling them up before heading to the checkout.
He had also chosen his fruits and was standing behind someone else, right behind her in line.
When it was her turn to pay, the cashier tallied the total to over a thousand.
As she reached for her wallet to pay, a hand with a bunch of bills reached out, "Let me handle it."
