“Hard choice, right?” The man beside you stops your thought process of whether you should purchase garlic paste or minced garlic.

He was fairly young and handsome. He smiles at you, luring you in his trap. ’She’s perfect. Flesh looks easy to tenderize. Mr. Scott will be happy with this next shipment.’ He plops another grape while in thought. You were beautiful. It would be easy to tenderize your meat, maybe easier to lure you in. And his clients would applaud him for catching such a succulent bait.

Were you close with your family? It’d an issue if that was the case.

“This place has some good cotton candy grapes.” He pops a grape from his hand basket in his mouth, his eyes not leaving yours.

“Have you had these?” He pulls another grape from the stem, popping it in his mouth. “They taste exactly like cotton candy. No one believes me so I’m picking them up for my sister and niece. Told me F*ck you.” he shrugs.