No One's P.O.V.-
Kitty was in the living room, watching reruns of Being Ian. Aerity was out with Peter and Josh was busy that afternoon. With her dad at work and other sister in Vancouver, she consequently had the house to herself for the day. Nothing but lemonade, too many bags of chips, and mindless early-2000s shows. All seemed perfect until the doorbell rang.
"Ugh!" Kitty rolled her eyes before tossing the remote onto the couch. And everything was all setup too! Annoyed, she stomped over to the front door, opening it quite severely. Half-expecting to see girl scouts selling cookies, her stare immediately widened when she found a tall, slim, and very handsome man on the other side. He was wearing an Oxford blazer, complete with dress shirt and fancy black shoes. The most surprising feature was the two dozen roses he held in one arm. In his other hand was an old letter with his childhood address on it. It was written in pink ink. He smiled at the young girl warmly. "Hello there; you must be Kitty. My name is John Ambrose. Is Miss Aerity Covey home?" And boy, did Kitty's jaw just hang open; her stare wide and dumbfounded. "Uh oh!" Was all she managed to spit out.