The farmer's market was the best place to catch a quick meal to go. Crowded, noisy, produce stacked right within reach...it was child's play to snatch an apple here, an pear there and have no one be the wiser. And while Jazz had every intention of staying out the Square, she had to admit it was the fastest way back to the circo.
A quick cut through. No worries.
Confident, she breezed down the sidewalk, tossing a cleaned pear core into a trash can as she passed and turning her attention to her apple.