Morning had come. Birds were singing outside the window. As he woke up, Michael walked over to his wardrobe, took out his clothes, and then stood before the mirror to get dressed. His clothes looked gray, subtly emphasizing that, to put it mildly, he wasn't very wealthy.
After tidying himself up, Michael left the house and headed down the path toward the village. Along the way, he listened to the birds singing. Their melodies brought a smile to his face, lifting his already good mood even higher.
Upon entering the village, the first thing that greeted him was the local market, where people sold whatever they pleased—from fruits and vegetables to rare items, possibly even artifacts, though that was very, very rare. But that wasn't important. Michael wasn't heading toward the market.
On his way, he ran into an acquaintance of his named Cherry, who was a few years older than him. She wore clothing in similar muted tones, like most people in the area, and had beautiful, long crimson hair. She sold fruit at the market.
"Hey, Cherry!" Michael said as he approached her.
"Hey, Michael!" Cherry replied with a smile. "How are you?"
"Oh, you know, nothing to brag about—same as always," Michael answered.
"I see," Cherry said.
"And how about you?" Michael asked.
"Oh, you know, same as always too," Cherry replied. "As usual, lots of people are buying the fruit I sell since they're some of the best in the village."
"Got it," Michael said.
At that moment, a young man named Felix approached them. He had short, light-colored hair, somewhat resembling the color of a banana (not the peel). He was the same age as Cherry.
"Hey, Cherry, Michael!" Felix greeted them. "How's it going?"
"Same as always!" Michael replied.
"Same for me too," Cherry answered, her face slightly flushed.
Everyone in the village knew they were in love with each other.
Michael wanted to chat with them a little longer, but he soon realized he would just be a third wheel in the conversation. So, he continued on his way to where he had originally intended to go.