Seeing him leave, Mia Ginger also withdrew her gaze.
Thinking about it still made her feel awkward.
And a little warm inside.
The man looked like he was in his thirties, dressed sharply in a suit like an elite, yet he came to the supermarket himself to buy this sort of thing. It was probably for his wife, right?
How nice.
She thought aimlessly, bending down to pick up the things that had fallen on the floor and in the cart, putting them back on the shelf. She compared them and picked two packages for herself, took a look at her shopping list, and continued to other areas.
She wandered around the supermarket for about half an hour.
Mia Ginger reached the checkout counter.
Coincidentally—
As soon as she looked up, the man from earlier was queuing right in front of her.
The two made eye contact, she felt a little awkward too, and quickly smiled politely with a hint of apology.
Seeing her smile, Frank Holland pressed his lips together and looked away.
