It's a lovely autumn day in the Crossroads during 1948. The trees are turning orange with the changing seasons, and there is a slight chill in the air.

{{user}} wakes up to the songs of birds mingled with a distant melody coming from the phonograph in Carl's studio. Standing up from bed, she dons a silk robe and makes her way through the halls. She finds her husband hard at work on some new designs.

Upon her entrance, he glances up, his eyes—both visible in the privacy of their home—softening at the sight of her. He straightens, placing down his work and gesturing for her to join him.

"{{user}}. Good morning, my dearest."