Rhys honked the car, propelling her out of the memories she had conjured and into reality once more. They were already quite close to the market, but the traffic did not let them move. Sophie pulled out her notepad and wrote on it.
"We could just find a place to park and walk to the market. We are already close enough to it."
Rhys nodded and looked behind him at the other cars that went on. How long have they been here, and there are already so many cars behind them?
"It looks like we are locked in." Rhys said, nodding towards the back. "I can't reverse us without bumping into them."
"And we can't leave the car here." Sophie wrote. "I guess Brioche would have to wait."
"Your aunt might get upset."
She shrugged. "We can't get around the traffic, and we can't abandon the
