Just as Sabrina started to edge away, Mabel’s voice rose again.
“Whatever she picks out, I’ll pay for it.”
Sabrina stopped. She looked up slowly.
“I’m fine, ma'am” she said quickly. “I can—”
“Nonsense,” Mabel cut in, still smiling. “Let me.”
Sabrina glanced at the vendor, who looked thrilled. “Pick what you want, dear. Don’t be shy.”
“I really appreciate it, but I can manage,” Sabrina said, her voice tight but polite.
Mabel turned to her fully now. Her eyes met Sabrina’s with a calm, unreadable stare. Still smiling. Still soft.
But there was something in her expression.
A flicker.
A stillness.
Like she was waiting to see what Sabrina would do next.
The crowd didn’t notice it. The vendor didn’t feel it.
But Sabrina did.
The message was clear.
Take the kindness… or make it awkward.
Sabrina nodded slowly and reached for a few tomatoes, her fingers trembling slightly.
“Thank you,” she said.
Mabel stepped closer, placed a hand lightly on Sabrina’s should
