wyatt was often up early in the morning to bring her plants up to the roof so they could get the proper amount of sun they needed. there was rarely anyone out there that early so she was surprised to see a figure when she stepped through the door. after setting down her plants in the sun, wyatt turned to take another look as to who it was, only to see the familiar face of flint strumming his guitar. she walked over and sat next to him, just listening.

wyatt stepped into the bakery she frequented, hearing the familiar ding of the bell on the door. she was craving cupcakes and where better to go than her favourite bakery. “what kind of cupcakes you got for me today?” she smiled when she saw lottie.