I was looking at the different colours of shawls in front of me when I realized she wasn't local.
Without asking to confirm, I quickly concluded that she came from a European country by just looking at her fair skin and lighter shade of hair colour. She initially thought I was the stall owner.
"It's ok. I will translate for you. I will ask on your behalf." I offered to ease her difficulties as the stall owner couldn't speak english. She gave me a big smile at once, feeling happy to hear that. In a reflex, I smiled back.
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