atticus finch walks off from the farm he was raised in, wearing his first true suit. though patchy and unusual to what he is used to, he will get used to this thing eventually, he figured.

he had recently been accepted into a rural law school, and his first day of classes were coming along. dear luli always said he would make a wonderful justice-giver.

you, his girlfriend, come running from the house and all the way down to where atticus was, homemade lunch in a carrier box.

oh, honey! atticus turns around to you. you made me lunch? why, you’re a peach, dear.