Antique Fair
"Small world," Sherry mused, chuckling. She glanced at her car before looking back at Jack. "I was actually on my way to the antique fair. Are you heading there too? Riyan told me you be there?"
"Yeah, Riyan mentioned it," Jack said. "She said I should go and make connections."
"Want to ride with me, then?" she offered, gesturing toward her car.
Jack didn't hesitate, nodding. "Sure, that'd be great. Let's go."
Jack thought that what a luck. He was on the way to antique fair and about to call her when he reached there but he met her before. As for his car, then he wasn't worried as he left on the parking space, where it would be safe.
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The fair was alive with bustling energy. Stalls of all shapes and sizes lined the walkways, each one packed with rare treasures from old coins to ancient tapestries. The faint smell of leather and aged wood filled the air, mixing with the distant hum of laughter and chatter from the crowd.