“Miss, sorry to ask. Are you giving out Friday blessings today?” Zea asked the store seller.
The woman looked confused. Then she replied, “No, Miss. Why do you ask?”
Instinctively, Zea hit the store's wall while saying, “See! What did I say? This must be Andrei's doing.”
“Why, Miss?” the lady asked again.
“There was a guy eating here earlier, right?” Zea asked back.
The woman furrowed her brow in confusion. “Most of the people eating here have been guys, Miss. That guy, that guy, and that guy too,” the lady replied while pointing at the men eating in her stall.
“I'm a transgender woman, Miss,” said the delicate man sitting alone in the corner.
Zea grinned widely, scratching her neck even though it wasn't itchy. She couldn't believe she hadn't realized that everyone eating in the sta
