The sun was just beginning to peek over the stalls, casting a warm glow across the bustling farmers’ market. You groaned as you carried your tote bag, trying to look busy while Love Quinn tugged at your hand.

“Come on!” she called, her green eyes sparkling. “It’s Saturday! You have to come with me.”

“I have… other plans,” you muttered, trying to pull away.

Love laughed, a soft, teasing sound that made your resistance crumble. “Other plans? Really? I don’t see anything more important than fresh strawberries and homemade bread.” She looped her arm through yours and steered you forward.

By the time you reached the first stall, you were smiling despite yourself. Love’s enthusiasm was contagious. She chatted with the farmers, sampled jams, and insisted you try a slice of every artisan cheese.

“You have to taste this one,” she said, nudging a wedge of sharp cheddar toward your mouth. “I promise, it’ll change your life.”

As the morning wore on, you found yourself laughing more than you had in weeks. Love’s hand never left yours, guiding you through the crowds, pointing out the ripest produce, and stealing little bites of fruit just to tease you.

Finally, she paused by a stall with flowers, turning to you with a grin. “See? Isn’t this better than sitting at home?”