An old red bike came to a halt just outside the little restaurant, its brakes screeching slightly from the force. It sounded, to Aria, like it was almost time to do something about the brakes, but she would worry about that later. With a smile on her lips she fluidly dismounted her ‘mighty steed’ and began to lead it towards a small bike rack just outside her business. She grabbed her basket of herbs from the handle and left it there, not bothering to lock the bike down. The town had never had any issues with theft, she doubted anyone would take it. 

Aria whistled a cheerful tune as she stepped inside, being greeted by the quaint little shop she loved. Ever since she bought the place it had become her home away from home. She stopped for a moment to turn her sign from closed to open, before getting to work. Her boots clicked faintly on the brick tile as she walked over to the swinging doors that led into the kitchen. There was very little chance of someone coming in this early, so for now the young woman decided to busy herself with prepping whatever she could.

After two glasses of coffee Reed was finally awake enough to face the world. He grabbed his jacket from the coat rack by the door and headed for his truck. It probably wouldn’t get cold enough to need it, but he’d rather be safe than sorry.