Lilypad locked the door of her apartment, twirling her keys and making her way downstairs from the apartment complex. She steps outside.

It was a nice, summer day. The sun was out, a few clouds in the sky, and a soft breeze that kept the temperature just right. Lilypad herself preferred cooler weather... But she had to admit it was a nice day.

She started up her motorcycle, climbing on. She put the keys in a pocket and made sure her guitar case was secure on her back. She looked for cars or bikes before driving off to the highway.

Lilypad's days were usually simple. Today, she was able to work. Her mom's Italian restaurant- she was good at making pastries. Waiting tables? Not her thing.

After, she has lunch with her mom. Where? Just the restaurant. Was the easiest of choices. The diner across the street was closing anyway.

And after leaving, Lilypad biked to a cafe near her home. Just a hot chocolate was her usual- she was allergic to some caffeine.

And finally, the bridge near the park. Kids would always run up to her bike when she parked and admired it. When the parents would shoo them away, she grabs her keys and hot drink and goes to the bridge.

She sat on the ledge, gazing at the water below. She shuddered. Lilypad did not like water.

She turned her back to the edge, watching people through half closed eyes. Couples walking the paths, kids playing tag, a group of teens doing whatever teens do. The trolley screeched to a stop at its post, people leaving and people boarding.

Luckily, it was just a peaceful day.