Disclaimer: The spelling errors in some of Evelyn’s part are intentional as she is meant to have some speech difficulties.
Garden Courtyard
“Look at this tulip, Lucy! It smell funny,” Daya said, handing her a small, bright pink flower.
Lucy sniffed it curiously. The scent was mild — almost citrusy — but it was quickly drowned out by something else.
A surge of ocean breeze mixed with orange bergamot flooded her senses, sharp and utterly irresistible.
Lucy closed her eyes, momentarily lost.
"Lucy! Come back!" Daya rattled her shoulder hastily.
Lucy blinked — and found Caleb standing before her, smiling sheepishly.
"Good morning, ladies," he greeted, silver hair catching the sunlight.
"Hey," Lucy muttered, pretending to study the flower like her life depended on it.
"Can I speak to
