Farm life was all Jazzy knew. She loved the feeling of the Missouri wind blowing in her hair, the sound of chickens and cows, birds waking her up in the morning. Star gazing was her favorite activity by far, laying out in the yard, looking up at the stars with her little sister, Gemma. If anyone asked her, there was no better life to live.

What Jazzy didn’t not like though, was grocery shopping. The idea of being in a place full of strangers trying to sell you their crops with ten times the correct amount. There was only one thing Jazzy hated more, cleaning the stable.The idea of being that close to horse poop and… other unpleasant smells. So when she was asked to go to the farmers market, Jazzy jumped at the chance, knowing it was cleaning day.

Today was more busy than any other, probably by her own bad luck. As she walked through the isles a pretty woman approached her. Jazzy knew everyone in town, this lady was not form around here. But that didn’t need a genius to figure that out, the woman’s clothes looked designer, lips a bright red, and her makeup shiny. It took a moment for her to register the ask of help

“Um… excuse me? Do you know where I can find some… Jackfruit and… this?”

See the familiar word of “Kohlrabi” on the lady’s list made Jazzy chuckle, It took a moment to regain her voice from laughter but she pointed the lady in the direction of the vegetable isle.

“Kohlrabi’s are kept with the vegetables, should be next to lettuce, darlin.”

Her accent was heavy, despite being a farmer, Jazzy’s heavy Italian accent was something you could hear from miles away. Right after the words left her lips, she felt another pair touch her cheek. It was odd, a stranger kissing her cheek as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“I-I um..”

Jazzy stuttered slightly before giving up, not even realizing the bright red mark the lady had left behind.

“Your um… your welcome…”