Chapter 3Nice
“Your friends are going to think I have a produce fetish,” Visho drawled as Nice took another photo of him in front of a tinsel-garlanded fruit stand.
Nice blushed but argued, “Fruits and vegetables make pretty backgrounds. All I have before today is a dark pic of you eating noodles.”
They had arranged to meet at the street fair in order to document their relationship for social media.
“I feel like a stock-photo model,” Visho remarked, examining a pomegranate with a level of attention worthy of antiques appraisal.
He looked like a model, too: someone suave and sexy dressed up as a middle-class shopper. Smile too white and enthusiastic for groceries, no coat and open collar despite the foggy December weather.
“Well, what do you want to look at?” Nice asked.
“We’ve been
