Kael stared at the neatly arranged fruits.
Then at Andres.
Then back at the fruits.
"…You're telling me you just 'found' these?" Kael asked.
Andres didn't blink.
"I found an opportunity."
Kael sighed.
"…That's not an answer."
"It doesn't need to be."
A pause.
Then Kael smirked slightly.
"…Fair enough."
They set up in a less crowded section of the market—visible enough to attract attention, but not so central that it would draw immediate scrutiny.
Andres placed the fruits carefully.
No shouting.
No aggressive selling.
Just presence.
At first, people walked past.
Then one stopped.
"…How much?" a woman asked.
Andres named a reasonable price—not cheap, not expensive.
Balanced.
She hesitated.
Then picked one up.
Examined it.
"…Fresh," she muttered.
A moment later—
She paid.
That was all it took.
Within minutes, more people gathered. Word spread quietly—fresh stock, consistent quality, fair price.
By midday—
They were sold out.
Kael leaned back, arms crossed.
"…That was fast."
Andres looked at the empty space in front of him.
"…This is scalable," he said calmly.
Not excitement.
Not pride.
Just clarity.
Kael shook his head with a grin.
"…You're scary, you know that?"
Andres didn't respond.
Because his mind was already moving ahead.
Supply chains.
Storage.
Distribution.
This wasn't just selling fruit anymore.
This was the beginning of something much larger.