Kian stood at the entrance of the house, holding the basket of strawberries with a puzzled expression. His brows were furrowed, his worry evident in the way he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He gently knocked on the door before it creaked open, revealing the grumpy old grandpa.
"Ah, Kian," Grandpa muttered, his stern face softening slightly at the sight of the young man. "What's that you're holding'? I thought Ash took the strawberries to market. Why did he come back so fast?"
Kian scratched the back of his neck, solemn yet concerned. "He did, but…he dropped them. I found them scattered on the ground after he ran off."
Grandpa's eyes narrowed as he took the basket from Kian's hands. "Ran off, huh? Boy's always have something stirring in their head. Any idea why?"
