#andreas 01

That’s the perk of living in a small town, Fiona surmises as she practically skips down the path toward an unfamiliar house. Information travels with ease, and so it’s not difficult to figure out where exactly she should return this scarf to. Sure, she could keep it until tomorrow or the next day, whenever they receive a package, but really... the weather’s turning colder by the day and a scarf is important. Or so Fiona tells herself as she reaches forward, knocking a happy rhythm onto a front door. The happiness wavers then fades, though, as she’s greeted with a face that isn’t the one she was expecting at all. “Oh -- oh no,” Fiona frowns as she leans back to look at the address. Had she gotten it wrong? “I’m so sorry, um... Briar doesn’t live here, does she?” It’s a long shot, but without it, she’s trekking back to her apartment with scarf in hand and this mission a complete failure. “I, um, I just wanted to return this to her.”