Summer is here and the afternoon sky was a cocktail blue. The residences of Kensington were out and about savoring the lovely warm weather. A pleasant heat was radiating off of the pavement and there were multiple sounds of heavy footfall that was being walked on the cement path. The streets throughout the local marketplace weren't as crowded as they wanted it to be. However, that didn't stop them and would welcome anyone who stepped inside their crisp establishments.

There were soft jingles that are heard from within the store, and stepping into the store was none other than Laura herself. She was drawn to the various antiques displayed on the glass window and so she had to come in to explore. A natural curiosity to seek any hidden treasure that the antique had to offer. She was not disappointed, in fact, she was thrilled to see a whole variety scattered throughout the store. It was like walking through a wonderland of antiques and knick knacks, it made her heart soar.

She made her way around the store by looking through the book section, going through the books by reading the titles that were on the spine. Although not all of the rustic books had the title imprinted on them so she would have to pull them out of their shelf and see what was written inside its yellow-stained pages. Unfortunately, none of the books had caught her eye as she now made her way towards the clothing rack which held a wide assortment of garments. Skimming through them by touching the fabric, inspecting the color and the condition they were in. Most of them remained perfectly intact with only minor fraying at the patterned cloth at the hems of the dresses and the sleeves, the others weren't as lucky. Parts of their fabric were stained which would be a nightmare to scrub off, and the overall color that once gave life to these lovely dresses were washed out throughout the years of constant usage and now is a wrinkled and torn piece of clothing that won't ever see the light of day.

Her feet carried her to the most thrilling part of the shop, the knick knacks and or the miscellaneous section. There scattered neatly onto the wooden table was a variety of items all in perfect condition with a few chips and rustic appearance. She adored the aesthetic these items gave off some of which would be perfect to take home and put it on full display. Eying through them thoughtfully with a smile, her indecisiveness on which ones to take was already a tedious endeavor in itself. They all would compliment nicely in her home, and with much thought she finally chose one; an old vintage compass with a sundial attached to it.

Once exiting the store she heads down the sidewalk towards her next destination. Laura then pulled out the compass and was tracing her fingers on to the worn out metal, thinking of ways to properly clean the delicate contraption when she returned home. As a result, she wasn't paying attention to where she was going and had accidentally bumped into someone almost dropping her newly purchased item onto the dread pavement below, luckily that didn't happen.

"I am so sorry! I should have payed more attention-"

She abruptly interrupts herself when she recognizes the person.

"Daniel?"

He turned to face her, his signature hat missing from his bandaged head. "Laura? I didn't expect to run into you on this fine day, except that you were the one who ran into me."

Laura rolled her eyes playfully before bending down to pick up his fallen hat. Then she hands over his flat cap which he gladly takes from her grasp and he props it on to where it rightfully belongs.

"Well, I couldn't just pass up this lovely weather now, hm? OH- look!" She exclaimed with a sudden burst of joy as she showed Daniel her newly obtained item.

He curiously leans over to get a better look. "A compass?"

"Not just any compass - see? It has a built in sundial on top." She points with her index finger the sundial, the letters around it still visible after not being used for some time.

Daniel smiled from underneath his wraps and was silently admiring her overwhelming joy as she began to briefly rave about her love for vintage items. Being genuinely fascinated about the knowledge that was given to him and would ask how she got interested in collecting these antiques.

They walked alongside each other still engaged in their conversation. With Laura passionately expressing her delight for collecting different varieties of vintage items that she would come across. In fact, she admitted that it was her mother that had gotten her into vintage items in the first place. Somehow the topic regarding groceries came up rather unexpectedly and now they were heading towards the nearest supermarket.

Daniel, being the gentleman he is, remained by her side to lend her a hand despite her protests.

"You didn't have to come all this way for me, Dan. I'm sure you have other things to do rather than getting produce with me." Laura looks over her shoulder to see Dan still following close behind her.

"It would be rude of me to not lend a hand. Besides, your needs are much more relevant than my own." Dan remarked to which she simply nods and looks away, not realizing that she was purposely hiding her reddened cheeks from him.

They entered through the large doors of the supermarket where Laura proceeds to grab a basket that was a foot away from the entrance before wandering down the aisles. From there she slowly filled up her basket with some much needed cooking products, which was why she was at the baking aisle looking through a variety of ingredients especially the baking powders.

"What do you use these for?" Daniel blurts out.

She looks over to him with a bag of 3.5kg of baking powder in her opposite hand and a smile on her face. "To make baked goodies of course!"

"You can bake?"

Laura hums happily which in turn genuinely surprised him.

"I learned how to bake from my mum since I was little- helping her around the kitchen and what not. I'm glad she did, otherwise I wouldn't be able to bake homemade sweets. It's a fun little hobby which is… therapeutic in a way."

She then places the baking powder inside the basket where they would head towards the next and final destination: the produce section. Laura reached down into her hidden pocket of her dress where she took out a green hand-sized notebook with a fountain pen attached on the side. She would simultaneously add the vegetables into her basket and cross them off her list. At some point she handed the basket over to Daniel as she wandered off into the meat section.

The sudden change in temperature as she entered the colder area made her hairs stand on end. Especially when she wore a white linen dress with intricate crochet designs on the three-quarter sleeves which ended halfway down her hips. Even if she wore a petticoat underneath it still wasn't enough to keep her warm, however, she wasn't going to allow the measly cold bother her as she made her rounds throughout the section.

Laura isn't much of a meat eater herself, but the one exception is fish every now and then. Which is what she's currently looking for and was scanning through the display before spotting the fish of her liking. She went to grab the frozen package but stopped herself when she felt her insides tingle, not in a good way. So, she turned to glance on her left, lo and behold, there stood the same boy who had attempted to steal her pocket watch and had very rudely pushed her off the overpass a month prior.

Luckily, the brunette youngster didn't seem to recognize her at all, which was probably due to the white wool hat that she was wearing. That's not all, apparently the woman that stood right beside him was presumably his mother because of their indisputable similarities.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea came into mind. A wide mischievous grin spread across her features and her intentions were to seek a petty revenge for what the boy had done to her. Oh, how she was going to have so much fun.

She began to execute her plan by casually walking closer to them but not too close as to not prematurely spoil it. Picking up a frozen package and pretended to read the contents of the frozen treats and simply waited.

The youngster noticed her presence, still not recognizing her which was a good sign. Laura kept 'reading' until she glances over to see that the mother walks away to look through the various meat selections. He saw this as an opportunity and inches closer to her and then attempts to sneak his hand towards her. However, his hand didn't even come close when she swiftly grabbed a hold of his wrist. This genuinely took him by complete surprise even more so when he looked up and immediately recognized her.

"It's rude to steal. Ever read the ten commandments of the bible: Thou shalt not steal." Laura said, glaring down at him before bending down to his eye-level where she leaned in and whispered into his ear. "ᵂʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵇʳᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵘᵖᵒⁿ ᵐᵉ. ᴮᵉ ʳᵉᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ. ᴴᵉᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵒᵉ, ˢᵏⁱⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵉʳᵛᵉ. ᴹᵃʸ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵉˣᵃᶜᵗˡʸ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉ."

As soon as she lets go of his wrist, the youngster bolts towards his mother, however, he seemingly trips over nothing and falls face first onto the floor. The noise caught the mothers attention and seeing that her son had fallen made her rush towards his aid. He was crying from the pain, speaking incomprehensible words before being taken away by his worried mother.

Laura smiles triumphantly at the promising site before walking away to get her hands on the fish that she had her eyes on earlier.