I smile as I breathe in the cool, sweet air of home. I greet people as they pass and they reply with smiles or nods in greeting as they go about their business in the market.
"Hi, Cider." I say to the owner of the apple stall. He turns to face me and flashes me a mischievous smile. Cider was a year old than me, aged twenty-one, with messy red hair framing his tanned face.
"The usual, Bronte?" He asks, gesturing to the basket. I smile. Cider and I were good friends and we knew each other better than anyone.
"Yeah, please." He grins, his amber eyes studying my face.
"Rough night?" He queries, reaching behind him to grab six red apples. I sigh.
"Is it really that obvious? He chuckles as he puts the apples in the basket.
"It is to me." He leans on the counter top of his stall as looks at me. "What's up?"
"Its just a bad dream, nothing that crazy." He raises an eyebrow, but says nothing. I laugh. "I'll tell you later, when I'm not busy." He grins as I walk over to the stall on the opposite side of the street.
"Hey, don't forget, you have that interview with Gabriel at noon!" He calls after me. I just smile at him before turning to the owner of the bakery stall, Seeder.
"Hi, Seeder." Seeder smiles at me.
"What will it be today, my dear?" She croaks. Seeder was the oldest stall owner and probably the kindest, if you don't include Cider.
"Four small loaves and three of your amazing cookies." I smile at Seeder. After I receive them, I thank Seeder and visit some other stalls before heading home.