Alice was about to sneak away for some empanadas when a couple strolled near. They were sampling the cherry tomatoes from the booth across the walkway, but the woman had glanced over, and Alice recognized the trapped interest exhibited by certain shoppers when they accidentally locked eyes with her or June. They didn’t want to visit but, worried about being perceived as racist, usually did; they rarely bought noodles, though the samples were always proclaimed delicious. The woman, who wore a light yellow sundress and golden sandals, held hands with a man who still faced the produce. He wore a plaid shirt and his brown hair was long and curling against his neck. Alice’s breath caught and she thought that it couldn’t be him, likely it was just someone similar. It was another person. A strang
