The day Emma met Alton Davis was the day her life was sent into a spiraling chaos of endlessness. Or at least that was what she had thought. 

Emma had been walking down mainstreet on her way to her favorite coffe shop. It was a bit windy out and she wished she had brought a jacket because she felt that the wind was freezing her solid. Even though it was a solid 56 degrees including windchill. But still she walked along in her blue converse and light faded blue jeans.