After parking in the back of the lot of Giant Eagle Market District in Robinson, I buttoned the top of my topcoat and walked to one of the five entrances. Yes, five entire entrances for one store. I had driven around so many times, wondering which one was the correct one.
Deciding to enter through the flower section, I stepped into the warm building. I scanned the area for Sierra—the bar to my right. And when I couldn’t find her, I headed toward the hot foods.
No Sierra in sight.
I stopped by the bakery, wondering how big this place really was. I didn’t go to the grocery often anymore, but when I used to go as a kid, the store had barely been half the bar area here. And the bar area here wasn’t even a tenth of the Market District.
Me: Sierra, where are you?
Me: Sierra, where are you?S
