"Pastries half off!" A baker shouted from the doorsteps of his establishment.
Alongside him, many street vendors were calling out to passersby, trying to entice them with their delicious food and drinks.
It was a rowdy atmosphere.
In a corner stall that sold handmade crafts and souvenirs, Ambrose twirled a brass key with slight rust on his hand.
His body leaned against the stall while the stall owner chatted with other customers. He listened with a distant look at their conversation, not caring much.
At that moment, he saw a silver-haired girl with a bright sundress and a smile that seemed to light up the entire market. She easily became the center of attention, capturing everyone's attention with her radiant energy.
"Jesse." Alice grabbed the corner of her sunhat and covered herself from the heat of the sun.
"Alice." Ambrose greeted her with a nod. "Here."
