As Oliver examined the Bulletin Board he took note of some scraps of paper tacked onto the surface. He leaned in slightly, grabbing the lower corner of a light yellow flora piece of stationary. It read: ‘Whoever took a bite out of my pie…leave feedback!’. Tacked on the lower right corner of that message was another, darker colored piece of paper that said ‘Could use a little dash of lemon. 8 out of 10’. Oliver felt the corner of his mouth lift in amusement. What an odd but neat way to communicate. Everyone in this town must be well acquainted with one another. Perhaps he would get use to this town to the point where he’d recognize towns folk by their stationary choice or even handwriting. He had always been curious about life in a small town; where everyone knows everyone and drama can spread like wildfire.

Oliver looked up from the board and noticed his lovely tour guide already walking ahead and towards a quaint building. He could tell it was a shop of sorts as it had a small message board outside and a large sign that read ‘Re-Tail’. Punny. As Isabelle explained the services offered by Re-Tail, Oliver peeked through the heart shaped window on the pink wooden door. Inside he saw various items on display atop teal tooden platforms. He noticed some motion near the back right of the store but didn’t want to peer any further. He back up, turning to look at Isabelle. She seemed distracted after having told him what the store offers, as if thinking heavily back on a pleasant memory. Oliver furrowed his brows, his expression confused but curious. A slow smile emerged on his face as he began to speak. “Isabelle?” he said, hoping to bring her back to reality. A soft chuckle escaped him. “Are you still with me?”