{Sabrina's POV}
"What's taking him so long, it's been three days".
I stared at the fruits in front of me, oval shaped with a dark purple shade, grouped together in about a dozen or so. I picked one up, staring at the sides as black dots spread sparsely accross the fleshy epicarp.
My mind was clearly somewhere else, contemplating the possible reasons for Milo's late reply.
The voice of the vendor I stood in front of, was the only thing I couldn't hear as the hustle and bustle of the market was accompanied by loud blaring sounds.
Traders perched behind wooden stalls, shouting on top of their voices at passerbys, the squeaking of carts being pulled and carriages riding accross the road.
Everything added to the atmosphere we were all temporary trapped in, an ecosystem of merchants and customers, engulfed by each other's budgets.
"How much does this go for"
