Flashback.....

Greg's P.O.V.

Rose and I sat on a bench a few feet in front of the bakery. I ate pieces of my apple pie slowly as I stared blankly into the ocean view. Looking up to glance at Rose, she was still looking at the baker through his shop window. A wave of negative emotion erupted from me and I found myself grunting which caught the attention of Rose.

Rose: Greg, are you alright?

She said as she gave me that starry eyed look. The same look that made me fall in love with her all over again.

Greg: Yeah, I'm fine.

I said quietly before Rose began to giggle.

Rose: Oh , Greg, your not jealous are you?

She teased.

Rose: You know I love you right?

Rose placed a warm kiss on my cheek that made me blush.

Greg: I know, it's just how can I not feel this way when your staring that guy down.

Rose: I've just never met a human like him. He reminds me of you. He's a bit broken you know? I just want to help him.

Greg: Humans are different from gems when it comes to their disabilities. Gem wouldn't think twice about healing themselves but humans prefer to be treated like their normal just like everyone else that's why he was a little grumpy towards you I guess.

Rose: But I can make him see again. Why would he not want that?

Greg: I don't know.

I didn't want to say anything but I was actually worried at this point. I remember asking Rose if she had ever loved others and she had said yes so it worried me that she could be in love with the baker right now. However, even if she was, I don't think the feeling would ever be mutual. The baker seems like a lone wolf type of guy. What was his name anyway?

Just as I said that Rose had said:

Rose: (Y/n).

Greg: What?

Rose: (Y/n). That has to be his name. After all, he put it as part of his bakery name.

Rose said as she pointed at the words on the bakery. Yeah, that was pretty reasonable guess after all. Upon figuring out his name, (Y/n) seemed to have come out of the shop to dump out some trash in the back and Rose took the opportunity to converse with him. I sighed before following after her.

Rose: Hi.

Rose said warmly. She was always friendly with everyone.

(Y/n): Unless you want to buy something go away lady.

Rose: Oh, my name is Roe and this is Greg.

Greg: Hi.....

I say awkwardly.

(Y/n): Sir, please control your wife.

He sounded pretty aggravated as I stutter to explain that Rose wasn't my wife per say while trying to hide that I was a bit flushed.

Rose: Here let me help.

Rose insisted but she only made the baker even more angry.

(Y/n): No, I don't want your help Lady! I don't need your pity!

He said before storming off into his bakery and closing it early. He flipped the "open" sign to "closed"

Greg: That guy is a real jerk.

Rose: No he's not. He's just...different.

End of Flashback.....

Greg's P.O.V.

Greg: The look on your moms face as she talked about (Y/n) really hurt me. Did she really like him that much? Either way, till this day, (Y/n) and I had never gotten along, even after his shop disappeared. I never really knew what happened, it's not like he was short on business, his shop was really popular but I guess he had other plans. Rose had found out where he was living and kept on visiting him but she would always come home disappointed that she wasn't making any progress with him. I guess, she just wanted to help him after all but she never succeed.

Steven: Wow....I never knew any of this.

Greg: Well now you do. A lot has changed since then, who knows, maybe (Y/n) actually likes when Lapis comes round. Maybe he's finally understanding how happy tings can be when you have someone.

Steven: I'd like to meet him one day. I'd like to try some of his pastries.

Greg: I know right. I really do miss his cooking. Baking wasn't the only thing he knew how to do.

Third Person P.O.V.

On the way to (Y/n)'s house, Lapis caught sight of Steven an wondered if he was going to hang out with Greg. Lapis thought about calling out to Steven but thought it was funny knowing that she could see him but he had no idea about her. After all, she was high up in the air.

Already, birds filled the sky, passing Lapis on the way, no doubt looking for breakfast on this fine morning. The flight to (Y/n)'s house was something she was enjoying, even if this was her third time over and the distance seemed extremely short now. She knew she was nearing (Y/n)'s house when she starting seeing apple trees and then his house would be right in the middle of the orchids. Some of the trees still had beautiful flowers on them that would soon blossom into more apples.

Lapis always landed carefully and she was comfortable coming here already. She couldn't explain it but (y/n) was someone else she could talk to and a potential friend, even if he didn't agree. Walking up to the door of the house, Lapis was hesitant about knocking but before she could even make up the decision to do so. (Y/n) had already called out to her.

(Y/n): Come in Lapis.

A bit surprised by his sudden voice, Lapis stepped back for a moment before finally entering the house. It was much darker inside than yesterday but she could spot a moving figure which was (Y/n) at the sink washing dishes.

(Y/n): Sorry about the lights, it's not like they do me any good but I suppose you need them.

He said before taking off the orange gloves that he wore to wash his dishes before going over to a light switch on the wall.

Lapis: How did you know it was me?

Lapis questioned curiously.

(Y/n): Your feet.

Lapis: My feet?

(Y/n): Believe it or not but everyone has a different sound and a different way of walking. That's how I can tell everyone apart. The way you walk is like a second "signature."

Lapis: What does my walk sound like?

(Y/n): Well.....

(Y/n) began as he went over to sit down at his kitchen table.

(Y/n): Your walk is very light and shy, a bit hesitant. However, it flows across the floor as smoothly as water across rocks in a creek.

Lapis could only go over what he said in her head and think about how specific but accurate his perception of her walk was and that was only from hearing her feet. It was very impressive.