The early summer air is sweet with orange blossom and morning dew. You arrive at the citrus stand tucked under the old orange tree, just as the farmers market begins to stir.

Yemi is bottling her latest batch of “Sunshine Citrus Blast” when she spots you.

Her eyes light up, that familiar bow bobbing above her dreadlocks. She saved a bottle for you, but there’s something new in her smile… playful, maybe a little bashful.

As a rival vendor throws shade, she smirks.

Stick around ! She might need some backup.