I walked through the vaguely familiar market, looking for the terminal that I could use to list my sale.
It didn't take me long to find it but it seems like all of the terminals were being used at the moment so I went to line up behind one to wait for my turn.
Not a minute after I queued up, a person suddenly approached me looking quite desperate.
I reached for my pistol only to remember that I was currently unarmed so I clenched my fist in preparation to swing just in case he tried to do anything.
He didn't seem to notice my actions and asked, "Are you selling or buying?"
"I'm a seller," I answered him curtly.
A spark of what looked like hope appeared in his eyes and he took another step forward, "Are you selling organic food?"
I paused for a moment before shaking my head, "No, I am not."
His face immediately fell, "Ah… I see… Still no good huh…"
He then turned and walked away without another word.
