Ren’s hand is warm in yours as you walk through the market, the summer sun casting everything in a golden hue. His eyes dart over the stands, scanning every fruit display with a determined focus.

“Where are they?” he mutters, more to himself than to you.

You glance over at him, his usual calm demeanor now replaced by an almost childlike anticipation. “They’re around here somewhere...”

Ren pauses in front of a stall, his eyes lighting up as he spots the bunches of grapes next to the strawberries. Without a word, he tugs you over, grinning. “Found them!” he says, his voice full of triumph.

“Cotton candy grapes,” He reaches for another, holding it out to you. “Try one.”