A Fall and an Audience

As they wandered aimlessly through the market, Avery Miller's eyes gleamed with excitement, every item seemingly on her must-buy list. Yet, every time she glanced at Mr. Yamada's composed demeanor, her enthusiasm waned a bit.

"Hey, we came here to shop, not to inspect the market. Could you stop standing around with your arms crossed as if you don't care?" Avery chided.

She watched him standing tall and straight like a towering tree, overshadowing everyone who passed by, like a formidable flag planted in the middle of the market.

Mr. Yamada, face lined with irritation, had never been to such a crowded place, bustling and jostling like an anthill. People bumped into each other, baskets clashing.

Voices filled the air, and many craned their necks to gaze at this "out-of-place" figure, some young women even whispering to each other, speculating if he might be a celebrity.