Chapter 88: Shopping 3
The city streets hummed with life, a chaotic symphony of honking cabs, chattering crowds, and the rhythmic clatter of a distant street performer’s drum.
The afternoon’s sun spilled golden light across the pavement, warming the air, thick with the scents of roasted chestnuts and exhaust.
Freya and Kael stepped out on the city streets, her cap pulled low, masking her forehead and eyes, the face mask covered her mouth.
Her white blouse and black jeans hugged her curves, her regenerated skin flawless, no trace of the fight’s bruises, her blue eyes sparkling with a child’s glee at the urban sprawl.
Kael walked beside her, his dark jacket unzipped, his hazel eyes scanning the crowd, alert but softened by her energy.
Freya’s gaze snagged on a street vendor’s stall, a riot of hats—fedora, berets, wide-brimmed sunhats—displayed on a rickety table.
"Kael, look!" she gasped, her voice muffled by the cap’s brim, her hand grabbing his, her strength tugging him forward like a kite pulling its string.
She wove through the crowd, her tall figure cutting a path, Kael stumbling to keep up, a grin tugging his lips at her sudden enthusiasm.
She stopped at the stall, her fingers brushing a white sunhat, its brim soft and wide, a delicate ribbon circling its crown.
She lifted it, settling it on her head, the white contrasting her platinum-cyan hair, which peeked out in shimmering strands, catching the sun like frost.
She turned to Kael, tilting her head, her blue eyes glinting through the cap’s shadow.