Valentina's POV
“Where are you going?” Mrs. Chen said, coming out from a room.
“To the grocery store,” I replied walking towards the entrance door.
"Mr. Monte usually orders everything delivered," she said.
"I know. I want to go myself,” I replied smiling softly.
She did not argue, and she handed me my coat as I walked out.
The store was bright and crowded, with aisles stretching in every direction and people moving with carts.
I grabbed a small basket and walked slowly, not rushing, not looking at my phone, just moving through the noise of it all.
An older woman stood in front of the tomatoes in a floral dress with a confused expression, picking one up and squeezing it before putting it back down.
"Too soft," she muttered.
I stepped closer. "The ones on the left are firmer."
