The rain poured onto us, coming down quickly. I watch as Dad pulled out an umbrella, but Mom shook her head, picking me up and letting the rain wash over us. The smell of hot cocoa filled the air, as if warming the cold temperatures with it's hypnotizing smell. The rain grew warm, bathing us in a shower-like heat. Dad grinned revealing his huge white canines as he pulled us all into a tight hug. Family.

The cold harsh rain soaked into my clothes, straightening my frizzy hair and matting it. ​God, I really hate living in Seattle sometimes.

​ I take a deep breath in, letting it out slowly, watching my breath come out in small puffs of air. I shudder quietly as the drops or freezing water slowly penetrated through my jacket.

I look around at the beautiful scenery around me, everything gray and foggy. I finally wake up from my amazement and make my way to the French bakery right across the dark empty street, trying to stay clear on my mission. A smell of sugar, cinnamon, chocolate, and other flavors mix and entrance me as I open the beautifully decorated glass door, a light jingle of bells welcoming me.

I slowly walk up to the counter, regretting him asking me to do such a thing. A very pretty girl about my age walks up to me from the other side of the counter. I was happily greeted with a warm smile and a slight bow of the head. Her bright red curly hair was messily styled into a bun, pieces sticking out in odd angles, the small strands sticking out crowding her face as she lowered her head. Her curious green eyes stared back at mine, as if trying to figure me out. ​ I just need to find Heather, and get out of here…

“E-excuse me?” I stutter, already off to a bad start. I clear my throat in embarrassment, I'm not usually like this.

“Y-yes? Is there anything I can help you with?” She asks politely, her stuttering matching up to mine like two perfect puzzle pieces. ​It's probably because I've been staring at her.

“I'm looking for someone named H-heather?” I pulled my gaze away from her, letting it wander around the small café, looking for someone who looked like a Heather. ​I know this is ridiculous, but a Heather sounds like a tall girl, with grey eyes and black hair, maybe?

I bring my attention back to the red haired wonder in front of me. “That is I. I-I mean I am Heather.” ​Nooo, why do you do this to me Bailey. I could've asked her out.

​ I clear my throat and look at her seriously.

“Don't take any offense to this. You are very pretty, but… you see, my friend Bailey? He isn't interested in dating you anymore...” I say, the lines perfectly memorized from overuse. Her eyes brimmed with tears and misunderstanding.

“Y-you're Alice aren't you? If you are… then I believe I understand why this is happening.” She says quietly, confusing me and hurting my heart even more. This really sucks. She slowly pulls out a napkin and picks up three macaroons, placing them in a small white box before carefully closing it. I watch silently as she reaches across the counter handing it to me.

“I'm so sorry, but I don't have any cash on me-” I start, but she just cuts me off, smiling as tears ran down her cheeks in unique salty red paths.

“On the house.” Her voice croaked at the end from the tears, and I sigh as I turn around with the box, shuffling out the small warm café, a dark aura now shrouding it. ​I feel like such a dick. I'm gonna kill him when I get back. She was so pretty, how could he do that to her…