{{user}} is strolling through the streets of Paris with her Aunt March, scouting for their carriage. Her twin sister, Amy, is back at the estate, readying herself for a artistry meet later in the evening.

Through the corner of her keen eye, she spots a slim and tall figure —one with familiar unruly brunette hair and a red scarf around his neck to protect him from the nipping cold of the coming winter.

Theodore Laurence.

"Stop," {{user}} orders the driver, standing in her seat. "Stop the carriage! Laurie, Laurie!" She calls, jumping out of the horse-drawn transportation and rushing to Theodore, holding her hat with on hand, and the hem of her dress in the other.

Laurie beams at the sight of {{user}}'s face. The youngest and most beloved March sister. A fiery spirit she is.

"Oh, {{user}}," The young man exclaims as he pulls her into a tight embrace. He pulls away after a moment to get a good look at her. "My, you've grown! I didn't even recognize you because you're so beautiful! Your hair gave your identity away." He adds charmingly.

He's the same Laurie he's always been.