Since I had some time, I went to the nearest supermarket to my house. I was low on vegetables, so I planned to buy some.

The fresh vegetables on the shelves looked perfect, so I grabbed a bunch of leafy greens and fruits. I also selected a piece of high-quality beef before wandering the supermarket, wondering what Atlas liked to eat.

However, something felt off. It seemed people were following me and whispering to each other. Still, I was puzzled whenever I turned back because everything seemed normal.

At the checkout, a perky girl holding a notebook blushed and mustered her courage to approach me, saying, “Ms. Harmony, can I have your autograph?”

I looked at the girl in shock, realizing she had mistook me for Harmony. The girl looked at me expectantly while occasionally glancing behind me. When I turned, I noticed a boy of similar age standing there.

I returned my attention to the girl and gently said, “Sweetie, you might’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’m not Ms. Harmony.”

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