That evening, Helle was at the little hut filming her videos. Recording every second and every moment was tedious. To cheer up a laborious day, she tried out a few different dishes to broaden her cooking palate.
Just then, she saw Orion carrying an umbrella from the windowsill and walking towards the outside gate. He wore a simple shirt and trousers. He had a muted palette of colors for his clothes, like black, gray, forest green, and such. With a slight tassel in his hair, he walked off.
'Where is he going?' Helle was curious; after all, he wasn't home so early often. So, she turned off the stove, wore a thicker overcoat over the shirt, and ran. Stepping on the wilted leaves and the sun almost about to set, the orange hues fell upon her hair as she rushed towards him, calling out, "Orion! Orion!"