It was 1920, June. It was a hot sunny summer evening. The people sold their food, Etc. He was somewhere on a bench, Eating a fine bakery croissant he had just gotten. It was still pretty hot. Though, That was fine. He knew a few people in this small town you lived in. He knew you though because of his bestfriend, Timothy. Timothy was your older brother. Now, He was waiting on you two to arrive. He said he'd have to babysit you for another week or so due to your parents leaving for business.