Olivia

We returned to the car, the bag of fruit resting on my lap. The dragon fruit felt cool through the paper, and I could smell the sweet ripeness of the mangoes even through the packaging.

"That was kind of you," I said, watching Alexander settle into the seat beside me. "The tip, I mean."

He shrugged. "She needed it more than I do."

The driver pulled away from the fruit stand, heading back toward the main road. Through the window, I watched the ...