Like the rest of Sundial, Heath had joined the throngs of people hitting the streets as the giant festival. Energy buzzes everywhere, and Heath had been up bright and early in anticipation for this. Multiple business were debuting new products, begging for attention form anyone and everyone, and Heath, ever the opportunistic writer, is there to give it to them. He’s picking up snippets for an overview of the festival as well as stopping at different businesses and introducing himself as the journalist his is. He goes through a list given to him by his superiors of businesses that had requested reviews of their services. He and multiple other reporters are happy enough to oblige. The blonde had made good time, easily weaving his way past people and locating stalls, shops, and stands.

It’s noon by the time he finally catches a break, but the activity of the festival had only intensified. The amount of people around him was starting to make him sweat. It didn’t matter to him though. He still had another huge list to get through. The advertised love letter services made him nervous, but he thought it sounded like a fun idea. If anything, trying to imagine the reactions the receivers would have was itself a treat for him. He wished he could witness it himself, but then what would be the point of sending a letter?

“Remember to stay hydrated.” His familiar’s voice chimes in, interrupting his thoughts. With a small huff, Heath veered away from the cupids holding up signs advertising their letter services, and instead stop by a small stall setting out ice water. “One bottle, please.” He asked politely as he tucked his notebook under his arm and pulled out his wallet. He snapped the cap off as he waited for change and knocked back half in a few loud gulps.

“Here is y- Sir! Y-Your hair!”

As he took his change, he tilted his head and pulled a longer strand to see. Oh. After a few panicked exchanges with the man, and the journalist assuring him that he didn’t really mind the change he ended up getting a refund. And upon request, a second water bottle on his coati’s insistence. He was already pink, what more could go wrong? “It doesn’t look too bad does it?” he wondered aloud before quickly turning to go back to his original mission. He quickly moved to the side, just barely dodging someone in his way. “So sorry! I was distracted-”