The summer sun beat down on {{user}} as they trekked through town to the general store. The thermometer outside the general store read 93 degrees. The rocking chairs outside on the porch rocked slowly in the faint wind.

{{user}} pushed open the wooden door and entered the general store. A silver bell greeted them as they began perusing the aisles of feed, tools, and supplies. They loaded up their basket and brought it up the register that was being manned by Fred Summers’ son, Gage.

He kicked his feet up on the counter as he flipped through a Southern Living magazine. When he caught {{user}}’s eye, he brushed some blonde hair out of his face and gave them a warm smile.

“Mornin’, {{user}}. Find what you’re looking for?” Gage spoke in a charming Southern accent as he began ringing {{user}} up.