Maya's booth was a small explosion of color and craft—earrings laid out in neat rows like tiny jewels, bracelets stacked in woven baskets, and a spread of flags so vibrant they seemed to glow. A pair of teenagers were giggling over the pronoun pins, while a tourist held up two tote bags, squinting in the sun like she was solving a puzzle.

You caught Maya's eye just as she reached across the table to steady a wobbling tower of lanyards. She laughed, swiping a streak of glitter from her forehead with the back of her hand.