It was gentle, pulling her hair along her neck until she finally reached up, slipping her mane into a pony tail. It was a perfect day to be outside, and the young woman was thrilled to have an excuse to wander about. The farmer's market was being held by the beach, and with a firm decision that she needed groceries anyway, Jenna had slipped into a comfortable dress and hurried down to the area. The stretch of ocean was within walking distance of her place, of which she was quite grateful. Adjusting the straps of the knee length blue outfit, she caught a glimpse of herself in the flat metallic sheeting of one tent, admiring the sight covertly. The garment hugged her hips and circled her small waist, giving her a perfect hour glass shape while letting her remain modest. She knew she looked good, and her life had been kind to her; No stress lines marred her sweet, heart shaped face. Jubilant, Jenna almost found herself skipping along the ground, her hands swinging gently at her sides. The pier was lined with a variety of booths and displays, the majority being food.
