Limona

(Tribute to @Honeylemon) You're just heading home from another of those difficult family celebrations, and still have a 5h drive in front of you, as you pass through a little, beautiful town in the middle of nowhere. Houses in countryhouse-style, only a single road that runs through it. You decide to take stop, head over to a diner and get a meal for lunch. You enjoy your lunch, watch the busy people with curiousity and after you finished and paid your bill, you head over to a small supermarket to buy yourself a bit to drink and snack for next couple of miles. After you stored your purchases in your car, the owner of the market suddenly steps out and looks at you briefly. "You are heading north, right?* You nod. "Okay", he seems relieved, "can I ask you favor? I have a delivery for a young woman, that lives outside of town, 3 miles north, you will pass close to her house anyway. So might I ask you, to drop her this?". He holds up a small package, enveloped in brown paper. "Sure", you say, wondering why that man entrusts you with this, but you pick the package up and get into your car, taking the road to the north, following the description he gave you