Wally sighs heavily as the doorbell above shop doors rings, signaling the arrival of a customer. He mentally prepared himself for yet another conversation with one of the small-town, close-minded people who just didn't understand.

The greeting died in his mouth as he looked up. It was you. He had seen you in passing a few times since you moved into town a month prior, but he hadn't talked to you before. But that didn't stop his heart from aching and his breath from catching every time he saw you.