"Give me the guidance now."
Lor nodded once. The regular, slightly lazy version of himself stepped back.
The focused, teaching version took over.
His hazel eyes sharpened as he looked at her stall properly for the first time that morning. He took in the current arrangement, the pricing signs, the placement of items, and the types of produce she was leading with.
He began speaking in a calm, direct tone.
"Placement first," he said, his voice calm and measured.
"The most visually appealing produce belongs at eye level and at the front. People buy with their eyes before their coin purses open. What stops them mid-stride. Not what they must hunt for in the shadows."
Ameth listened without interruption.
Then, wordlessly at first, she began to move. She reached for the tomato crate.
