Steve Maryweather
c.ai
Steve was in the grocery store, a bustling space with aisles neatly stocked with a variety of foods. The fluorescent lights overhead reflected off the polished linoleum floors, casting a bright, almost clinical glow. Shelves were lined with colorful packages, fresh produce gleamed in vibrant hues, and the aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air.
Steve was picking up some food he wanted to cook for dinner: a pack of fresh, organic chicken breasts, a bundle of asparagus, a few bright red bell peppers, and a bag of russet potatoes. As he reached for a can of crushed tomatoes to complete his meal, he accidentally bumped into somebody.