"Wow!" Liz had exclaimed when she had seen the wood hall from the screen of her laptop. She had leaned forward to look closer at her screen.

Just before Seth had entered, the Skype call had disconnected. So he had had to reconnect it, and Liz had been so surprised, she had shrieked.

"This is so freaking beautiful!!" she had told Seth, her arms spread towards the screen pointing at what she saw on there.

"Just as you described." Seth reminded her, feeling proud of himself. "I copied it word for word."

"What?" Liz furrowed her brows for a moment. Then she remembered the dream she had explained to Seth a few months ago.

"Really?!" she asked, her eyes going wide, placing both her hand over her mouth in disbelief.

"Of course, Love." He had told her, "this is the Wood Hall—we even included the Carving Wall."

"The Message Wall!" she squealed. "Ooh! I love you so much!"

"I love you too." He had replied, turning back, setting the laptop down on the table by the Messaging Wall. He sat down too, leaned forward and rested his head on his arms on the table.

How much he had wanted to have her physically in front of him when he gave her the tour. He wanted Liz to be his first guest, to taste the first food and to be the first to sit in these chairs. But just like the restaurant tour in England, she hadn't been able to make it. This time, she had been visiting some relative on the country side.

Seth imagined her sitting there, right in front of him on the chair. Her legs crosses at the knees as she leaned forward, placing her chin on the heel of her palm.

"So let me get this straight," Liz asked, grinning like a child who had been given whatever she wanted and then some more on Christmas. "You're not opening it without me."

"Of course." Seth replied to her, but then he noticed that there was something different about how he was imagining Liz.

Her hair wasn't copper and her eyes didn't look like deep forests. She wasn't grinning, Instead...

"Thank you." June replied, her eyes smiling with her lips.

Seth blinked, and then blinked again.

A haze, he realized. He had been in a trance, and had been thinking of June as Liz.

But how could it be possible? Asked Liz's voice in his head.

His eyes fell to the vacated chair right beside June to find that it was not vacated at all. There sat Liz, just as he had imagined— her legs crosses and her chin on her palm—just that she wasn't grinning. She was staring at him, an eyebrow arched.

She and I are so different, her voice echoed inside his head with a single movement from her lips.

And indeed they were.

Seth knew that better than anyone else. He had spent the whole evening thinking about that.

Every fibre of Liz's being craved maximum attention, and if she wasn't getting it there was a problem— a big problem. Her deep round eyes were always wide, and her laughter loud and full bodied. She exuded a warmth that others flocked to, and she was never more alive than when she was submerged in a crowd, the beating heart of every group she was ever in. As a teen, she was the life of every party. Invitations came as thick as November rain, giving her family a respite until she came home in the small hours of the morning, drunk and singing.

And then there was June, a bug in tight flower, as Liz would've said. An ordinary Barista who walks with her nose stuck in her books. Seth had seen her shy smiles, the way she just observed the conversations happening and not taking part in it, not verbalizing what she was feeling, tugging at her clothes when she was nervous, and ferociously blushing at anything unexpected. Give her green open spaces, Seth thought, or the woodland in fall, the soft river gurgles and the placid rain, and shed dance around in it like a little bird with joy. Give her the music of the birds and a winding path, give her sunshine from above and white puffed clouds in the blue, and she'd be the happiest person alive. She didn't need wings to fly, just lungs of fresh air to let love burst out of her soul.

Liz raised her perfectly arched eyebrow at the last thought.

"I have a few things to check on before we leave." Noel told Seth, which snapped him out of his thoughts. Seth blinked thrice this time, and pushed back to stand up.

"I have a few things to look at too." He told them, and then turned to June, "You can wait meanwhile in my office."

"Noel?" Valentine stowed away the last of the tissues, "take Beth with you, I'll join you in a few minutes."

"I thought you didn't like helping in the kitchen, mon Cherie." Noel joked, getting up to pull Bethany out of the baby chair.

"I don't." Valentine replied, getting up too. "I just want you to hurry up."