* A/N I do not own or claim to own anyone other than my own OC and scenarios I make up. I will try to stick to the story timeline as much as I can. *

*Recap*

Would every day be like this always full of things to do and drama bubbling under the surface? I hope so. If not, this town would be way too boring to live in.

I text Jenna in the morning to come pick me up, since I left my car at the Grill. She says she will swing by soon and so I freshen up and get ready for the day. I try to dress a little nicer than normal. Meeting with Mrs. Lockwood has me on edge. I don't know why being around her always puts me on edge. I hear a knock on the door that seems to be Jenna. I open the door and see her standing in comfy clothes.

"Did I miss the memo today?" She asks.

"I have to meet with Carol Lockwood today," I say with a little spin.

"Well, she will be at the Historical Society Volunteer Day so I think if you come in comfy clothes, she will be more receptive to your ideas," she says.

"I didn't know." I say feeling stupid. "I will change. Give me like 5 minutes."

"Sure," Jenna laughs and comes in the house. "Everything still looks the same. Your cleaners did a great job."

"I know right," I shout back from my room. "I really need a gift to give Roberta for the reference." I come back out with my work clothes on, and we head out.

We head out to the Volunteer Day. Jenna drives us out there and we park where we see other cars. We head towards all the other volunteers and get assigned work to-do. It was fun to work on the first park. I actually really enjoyed being outside in nature. It is very nice, because I normally have my head buried in books or talking to others inside rooms. I see Carol off on her own and decide to go talk to her really quickly. I motion to Jenna, and she nods her head.

"Mrs. Lockwood," I say getting her attention.

"Aria," she says with a smile. "It is great to see you out volunteering today."

"Of course," I say smiling back. "I loved to help when I was here before and helping has always been second nature to me."

"We had a meeting scheduled today, didn't we?" She says giving me a shocked look.

"Haha," I laugh waving my hands dismissively. "I understand. There are like a thousand things going on for you to remember one meeting scheduled over text messages."

"Well since we are both here," she motions to an empty table, "why don't we chat here for a minute."

"Of course," I say going to sit at the table she pointed to. We sit down.

"You mentioned that you knew someone who might be able to help the historical society," she questions me with a tilt of her head.

"Yes," I say opening my phone to show her something if she asked. "We met when I was in England, and we learned that we both had a love of New Orleans culture and history. They actually gave me my head start on my thesis."

"Wow," she says stunned that I shared so much, as I am normally very reserved, "Seems like a good person to know. Why would they be interested in our town?"

"Oh, he is also interested in small town history," I say back. "He is really interested in our history because the town has been around for a long time."

"So, he has done this before," she asks.

"Yes," I say with a smile, "he wrote some books about small town in England and even one about New Orleans."

"Amazing," she says smiling. "Would it be possible to give me his contact information? It would be great to have a book come out about our town, especially with all the crazy things that have been happening now."

"Of course," I say pulling up his information and giving her the contact information. "He has already said that he would be interested in meeting you."

"Wonderful," she says typing the number in her phone. "I will give him a call as soon as I can."

"Great," I say. Suddenly I see Jenna waving to me. "Oh it seems like my ride needs me to come over."

"That's okay dear," she says standing up and offering me her hand. "Thank you for everything."

"Yes ma'am," I say shaking her hand. "If you need anything please feel free to call me."

I head over to Jenna who gives me a side-eye glance. I nod my head and we head off towards her car. I tell her about my conversation with our interim mayor. She laughs along, but really wants to know more about this writer friend. I tell her about him and how we met in England a few years back and connected over our love of New Orleans. She wants to know all the details, and I know what she is asking, but that is a history that I don't want to remember just yet.

We head out away from the park and back towards town. We go to the Grill and get my car. Since there was food at the Volunteer Day, we had both had a little something while there. I decided to ask Jenna over for dinner. She said that sounded great and she would meet me there later. I wondered if I should message Mason, but I hadn't seen him all day, so I figured he was busy.

Jenna follows me back to my house. She helps me bring in the groceries and we put them away while reminiscing about the past. We decide to make a simple dinner of frozen chicken and boxed potatoes. It was simple, but not everything had to be fancy. We fill up our two plates and sit down at the kitchen island.

"So you and this writer friend," Jenna starts when getting a fork full of food, "did you two ever become more than friends?"

"Jenna!" I say a little taken aback that it is the first thing she wants to discuss when sitting down to eat. "Really while we eat you want to have this discussion?"

"When else will we be able to have this discussion," she gives me a look.

"True enough." I say eating a forkful of potatoes. "We met when I went to England for that semester abroad."

"I remember that," Jenna says. "That was right after you got into college and they realized how smart you were."

"True," I say proudly. "Well we met while I was looking around an art museum."

"That isn't as romantic as I thought it would be," Jenna says eating more food.

"Not everything happens like in a movie," I retort back.

"Fair," Jenna says. "But it just seems so normal, and you are anything but normal."

"Was that supposed to be a compliment," I ask.

"Of course," she says with a smile. "Just you looking at a normal art exhibit find a nice writer friend to be more than friends with."

"Who said it was a normal exhibit?" I say with a sly smile. "This museum was especially doing an exhibition on the more paranormal stories and art pieces from England's history. It drew me in, and he saw me admiring a piece about…. vampires, I think."

"Well, that is ironic," Jenna says.

"Why is that?" I ask.