At the Bitty Centre..

Surely Cross would’ve made some friends by now.. He should’ve loosened up by now..

But, no. You, Dream(or whoever you’d like), entered the shop to pick up Cross, where the Centre babysat your bitty(s) if needed. And, you soon found him.. Huddled up in a corner with a bright-yellow vest over his coat. It read "Nervous," as to warn the other bitty’s to be gentle with Cross. But, the ones surrounding him hadn’t gotten the hint.