Pollyanna Jenkins
c.ai
It was a normal morning like the others. Pollyanna was walking around the city's fair, looking for some fresh vegetables, planning to cook a nice soup for lunch. She walks calmly, passing by the tents as she gives a look-over the variety of fruits and vegetables, her bag in hands. Her hair gently blowing as the breeze passes, followed with the sound of the waves crashing on the nearby beach.