William pedaled on his bicycle as fast as he could, Granpa was right! the bakery did indeed need all the help they could get at this time of the year, only Christmas and San Valentin got this kind of demand that he even asked William to go deliver things at people's stalls. Thankfully this was the last, going through town was a workout and even with all the usual energy he almost didn´t make it to his final target.

Almost.

"Delivery! Some empanadas, enamorados and a pierna"

After accepting the greetings, money, well wishes for his grandpa, and goodbyes he drove his bike to the nearest bench and slumped on it to regain his breath.

"Welp, time to go back for mor- Hey isn't that Toby?" Man, she looked a little lost, no time to dwindle then, better help a friend.

With a smile on his face, he started the little trek to the girl-

[quote=@Fading Memory]
[i]The cobbled street colloquially called 'Market Lane' begins at a corner, where it splits off the main road up the hill to the Communal Meeting Hall. The prominent structure at this juncture is none other than the Hoar Grocer, with its centuries-old and intricately carved wooden frame. The roof is said to have been the hull of the original wagons brought by the Hoar family in the pioneer days, and over the generations the family has maintained and brought its structure into aesthetic and cultural heritage with carving and painting the heritage of the town upon it. 

Other stalls and vendors, in preparation for the Festival, have been erected along this cobbled street in front of homes and the local café. At the far end of the street lies one of the town's two restaurants.[/i]

Sometimes when one wishes upon fate, fate conspires to answer.

Toby finds herself in, perhaps, the busiest place in the town on this given day. Despite the Hoar Grocer itself being cleaned out, the festival permits the villagers to set up their stalls and barter openly; this means that nearly one third of the village was currently walking this street and being an obstacle to her mission. On top of that all, as the throng of familiar faces maneuvered around she soon found herself in the sights of a vicious little crow indeed. If Toby isn't too overwhelmed then perhaps she may notice in time to flee, but indeed it is the young Odaya Bilica,  youngest sibling to the tormentor Weasel at eight years of age, whose deep red eyes find Toby in her moment of desperation.

Manifesting as if from some foul nightmare, the raven-haired girl weaves through the crowd to suddenly be at Toby's side. Staring up at her with a sharp and tangible alertness.

"...Whatcha doin'?" She asks in a drawling tone, jabbing at Toby's side with a finger. "You're always so boring... Are you doing anything fun? It'd better be something fun. Because... I'm bored. I want to play."

Where Odaya was, her brothers were often not far.
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-only for it to be almost wiped from his face at the voice of the younger Bilica.

Ughh from all the people it had to be [i]her[/i], William considered himself pretty easy to get along with but Odaya Bilica was just so mean all the time he just chose to avoid her -and her siblings- as much as possible, but leaving Toby alone with her was a big no no, the girl didn't have a mean bone in her body to fight back and if Odaya was here then her brothers couldn´t be more than a few streets away.

Better to get involved then.

He ran towards the with as much enthusiasm as he could manage (a lot since he actually liked interacting with Toby) and called as loudly as he could "Hey Toby! there you are! come on you promised to help with my deliveries" Saying so he tried to motion to the girl to follow him back to his bike, his eyes shifting momentarily to Odaya to make it clear why he was lying like this.