[hr][hr] [center][color=D9E0F9][h1]Tiffany Lyle[/h1][/color] [img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/874532204b825bb3ead010e803333622/tumblr_o6pr2zD5wa1uepqzso1_500.gif[/img] [i]Ray and Tiffany's House > Streets of Newnan [/I][/center] [hr][hr] Tiffany woke up. It may not seem like much, but she was alive to see another day. A year had passed since she joined Newnan. A lot has happened in that time. She made new friends, maybe some enemies. She had a job. She was part of a community. She also fell in love. How ironic that she realized that today, on Valentine's Day. She remembered never being too into Valentine's Day before. She wasn't like most other girls who expected their significant others to shower them in gifts or take them to restaurants or to the movies. She would be just happy with a simple kiss and a warm welcome. Life wasn't like that anymore. Not really. No expensive dates anymore and gifts could be given if you managed to find them while scavenging. She walked around her home, getting ready for the day. Today was Tatiana and Jack's wedding. While she didn't know Tatiana well enough, she didn't think ill of her. By all accounts, she seemed like a nice enough person. Jack was a good friend, though. The fact he found love and was willing to marry her in the conditions they were in spoke volumes. She wondered what the events would be like. Would it be like weddings of the past? Would there be decorations? Flowers? Cake? Dear God, she hoped there would be cake. A simple break in the routine of daily life here in Newnan was called for. She let Ray get some sleep. He looked so cute when he was sleeping. He really impressed her. Not only did he manage to heal nicely from his injury, but every day he was getting better at walking around. Plus, he was able to ride a horse like no one's business. He really stepped up. She kissed him on the cheek as she finished getting ready. [hr] She exited her home and walked down the street. She had to report to Victor, but she wondered if she had some time to kill before then. Surely the man would be busy with the wedding later. She wondered if today would be a slow work day. Granted, her job was fairly easy. As the only one capable of making arrows, she felt responsible to make sure they were well armed. Ammo for guns were a precious commodity and saving them was important. Respect for the bow and arrow grew and she was happy to play a part in that. She often stopped at the range to practice her skills. She noticed a few others doing the same. Today was a different day. She could feel it. Was it due to the wedding or something else? She would have to wait and see.