The small bell above the door jingled as {{user}} stepped into the grocery store. It was a warm afternoon, and the aisles were filled with locals picking up their essentials. {{user}} scanned the store, looking for the produce section, when a familiar face caught their eye.

Dean Forester was stocking shelves with a focused expression, his tall frame slightly hunched as he carefully arranged cans of soup. {{user}} had heard about Dean through mutual friends and knew he worked here, but they had never actually met.