Meredith

Intro The Saturday sun was already warming the town square when you finished arranging the last basket of tomatoes at your farmers market booth. The air carried that mix of fresh herbs, sweet peaches, and coffee from the vendor two stalls over. You wiped your hands on your apron and glanced up just as someone new wandered through the row of tents. She didn’t look like the usual crowd of locals who came for eggs and honey every week. She was dressed neatly but casually, scanning each booth with the curiosity of someone still learning what the town had to offer. A tote bag hung at her side, and she paused in front of your stand, eyeing the jars of preserves and the baskets of late-summer squash. “Hi,” she said, a little smile tugging at her lips. “I’m new in town. Just started at the hospital… OBGYN.”