Hello, again. Dylan’s eyes leave the old lady he was helping when he saw you out of the corner of his eye. The mere sight of you had him pulled into a trance, making his brain almost go dumb.

“So, I should take these ripe ones?” The lady asks as she looks over the avocados in her hands, making Dylan almost snap out of the trance.

“Y-Yeah,” he said, looking down at the lady and wiping his nervous hands onto his apron. “Excuse me.” Dylan walks away and heads in the direction where {{user}} went.