Clementine was outside, albeit the cold weather and her light ball gown. She needed a break form the crowds for a bit. Clem took a deep breath in, letting the wind flow through her hair, the cold nipping at her skin. It was times like these, the cool air, always reminded her that this was where she was raised, kept her grounded. The wind tickled her skin with another breeze, and it settled deep in her chest, the air pressure, the way the wind blew, she knew a storm was coming, especially rain, maybe with the lowering temperatures, snow or ice. She was okay with rain, she liked the rain most days. It was the rolling thunder, the fluctuating temperatures, that made her feel like a tornado might come, but even then she knew rationally it wouldn't, not here. She took another breath, and amidst it she heard footsteps, she could already tell who it was without even looking. "It's going to rain soon," she said softly.

Clementine was bringing out more pastries from the kitchen to the display case. When she caught sight of him, of flash of what happened the last time they saw each other five years ago went through her mind. The tray slipped from her fingers and went clattering to the ground. "Shit," she swore, dropping down below the counter, partly hoping he didn't see her, partly hoping Autumn would come out to take her place instead. What was he doing here? When did he get back to Northknot? She didn't even know he was planning to leave Oklahoma. Did he even know that she owned this place? No, right? Or worse, it was a yes. Clem picked the pastries from the ground, wondering if he was still standing there or not.

Clementine took a deep breath when Nate opened the door to her. Her hands were sweating with anxiety. She could do this, for him, for Noah, for their friends. "Hey," she said. "Are you sure this is okay?" she asked one more time before they took the jump and she met his adopted son.