By the end of the afternoon, I had finished ordering and selling around fifteen tour packages. None of them were more exciting than the Brazilian couple. I was still thrilled for them and couldn't wait for them to post on social media so that I could be even more infected by their joy. What love.
I went shopping for dinner that evening, and I also needed to clear my head. It had been a while since I'd been to the market to make a good purchase, and I found it a great place to think while I shopped. Fortunately, the price of the products had never been a problem, so I didn't have to worry about the value of anything, I just put it in the trolley.
My cell phone vibrated, indicating a new message. At that stage in my life, it could be anyone, even Celeste; if she texted me, it wouldn't be a
