Late Thursday night. You've had a hard day and the last thing you need is this: shopping. Luckily, the place is pretty empty and you're progressing rapidly.|
On to the next aisle.
INTERESTING... FRESH GNOCCHI--YOU HAVEN'T HAD ANY OF THAT SINCE... ROME.
The aisle stretches to the north, and back to the south. The shelves on either side of you block your view of the rest of the supermarket, with only the brightly coloured aisle markers visible.
You have stopped your trolley next to the pasta section, bright plastic bags full of pale skin-tone shapes.
There is a brunette woman a few metres ahead, filling her trolley with sauces.