The morning had been sunny and warm. She had carried her little basket and had filled it with fresh provisions from the market. Always one to inquire about products and recipes Manuela could stay at the same stand for dozens of minutes before she finally made a generous purchase.
It is when she went to the baker that the tone of the day shifted. As she stood inside the bakery, thick black clouds had gathered around the sun. Their brassy glare drained the market's color, but the blonde carried on her conversation with the baker blissfully unaware of the gathering storm.
Once her purchase had been completed and she stepped outside. She realized she may get caught in the storm. "How did such a beautiful morning turn into such a dark afternoon?" She mused to a nearby figure.