The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead.

I pulled three loaves of fresh white bread from the wire rack and added two bags of red apples from the produce bin.

Eleanor came out from behind the deli counter holding a clipboard.

She looked at the heavy box in my arms.

“Who’s the delivery for?” she asked.

“I’m running these over to Mark and Emma,” I said.

“Just dropping off some fresh groceries for the weekend.”

Eleanor tapped her pen against her clipboard.