Klaus had been in his house, trying to make a perfume that would fit Y/N, Oak Tree Town’s new farmer. They were an energetic little thing. Bright, fast, young. He himself was growing older. He was 26 going on 36. He sighed. He felt old.

That’s when he heard a knock on the door. Y/N would visit him at an early time in the morning and give him a gift of tea leaves. Klaus liked tea leaves.

“Come in!”