The next stop was a seafood store. Behind the store stood an elderly woman with a kind face, her silver hair neatly tied back under a patterned scarf. The old woman's seafood stall was neatly arranged, with freshly caught crabs, lobsters, prawns, and eels displayed on a bed of crushed ice. Their scales glistened under the sun, reflecting a silvery sheen, and the smell of the ocean wafted through the air. Her sharp eyes lit up with recognition as they fell on Alisha.
"When did you come back, Alisha?" the woman asked warmly, her hands pausing mid-air as she sorted through the fresh seafood.
Alisha smiled, her expression softening. "Not so long ago, Auntie. I've missed the market," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of nostalgia.
The woman's eyes then shifted to Zeriel, her gaze lingering on his tall frame and confident posture. There was a twinkle of curiosity and amusement in her expression. "Is he your fiancé?" she asked, her tone light but clearly teasing.
