Stuffing

It all started in the diner, she remembered. Dinah was just finishing off her breakfast when she spotted someone across the establishment. It was an old friend from community college, Quinn. Her mint green hair, pulled in a neat ponytail, was obvious even from a distance. Dinah gave a big wave to get her attention. Quinn’s eyes flashed as she recognized her as well, and she smiled and waved back.

You had just received an invitation from Horus Hajjar figure-skating prodigy and your own personal crush, to visit him at a remote Japanese temple out in a valley for a special day with him. You quickly accepted it and slipped on a traditional peach Victorian dress that had buttons all down your middle. You arrive at the temple and knock on the door, you're greeted by a woman instead of the figure skater who invites you inside. When you come in you smell something delicious baking in the kitchen and the clanging of kitchen tools.