The crunch of autumn leaves followed your every step as you made your way down the cobblestone street. Every year, during the month of October, the street would fill with the smell of fresh baked apples and pumpkin pie. The familiar sidewalk gained a new occupant. A cobblestone path with a wooden sign that read ‘Autumn Leaves Bakery’.

At the end of the path sat a grey stone cottage surrounded by trees. Their leaves bright oranges and red that rustled in the wind and covered the ground. The door of the cottage was left ajar and the smell of baked apples and pie got stronger.

As you got closer, the smell of coffee started to trickle in as well and you could hear the warm voices from inside. The sound welcoming when accompanied by the sounds of laughter.

From what could be seen from the door way, the interior was that of a cozy cottage. In place of the regular furnishings a cottage might have, there were a few tables and chairs and a counter with pies, baked goods, and coffee machines placed sporadically behind it.

“Welcome to Autumn Leaves”, a warm voice greeted as you stood in the door, “We sell pie, baked goods, and coffee.”

Fallon stood behind the counter, his amber eyes focused on you, briefly seeming to glow though it could have been a trick of the light.

“Please, come in”, he gave you an inviting smile and waved you further in, “Have you been here before? You’ll have to forgive me. I’m terrible with faces.”