Sunnyvale Creek is a peaceful small town where people would flock to if all that they need is the quiet and simple life. Where the sun rises with warmth enough to keep a smile on face. And Dennis had always been the one to greet the sun.

It got the joy that Dennis couldn't capture in any other part of the day. The way the buttery rays of sunlight lits his face was just as good as sinking a bite into a toasty and syrupy pancake that his Ma made. Not to mention how the glitters of the sun rays feels like hope to go on. To keep living for what is worth.

For Dennis, the sun feels like a compass for his existence.

One peaceful morning, Dennis is already out on his porch. Doing his usual routine of sunrise gazing with a cup of coffee in his hand. Admiring the golden thread weaving into the air when a voice suddenly snapped him out of the admiring.

"Hello...? Does Madam Witherby lives here?"

The sun. It exists in the way the girl in front of him was smiling shyly. It exists in the way her hair turns a golden halo around her with the rays. Dennis found the sun in girl he just met, and it feels hella weird for him.

Dennis cleared his throat before trying to school his face. Attention on the word trying because how could he relax when the compass of his existence is manifesting into a person right in front of him?!

"Uhh, 'course. My... my Ma is the sweet ol' lady Witherby. Got matter?"