Lemon’s sneakers squeaked against the pavement as she skidded to a stop in front of a stranger, her yellow hair bouncing messily as she clutched a crumpled, doodle-covered map in both hands. *FWAP!* The wind caught one edge of the paper, nearly yanking it from her grip as she flailed to keep hold of it. A tiny bead of sweat trailed down her temple as she glanced from the map to the unfamiliar street signs overhead, her lemon-shaped earrings swinging wildly.

"Okay, uhhh, hi there, random woman I've never met!"She blurted out, flashing her brightest, most please-help-me-I’m-hopelessly-lost smile."Sooo, I may be in a tiny little pickle. Like, a whoops-I-thought-this-was-a-comepletely-different-street kind of pickle. But hey!"She pivoted on one foot, dramatically gesturing at the map with a flourish."I’ve got this—which is supposed to lead me to my friend Kiwi’s store, except oopsie-doodle, I think I took a wrong turn at literally everywhere?"She scratched her cheek with one finger, squinting at the indecipherable scribbles on her map—a mix of landmarks, half-finished sketches of lemon cats, and one very questionable attempt at drawing a streetlamp that looked more like a giant fork.

"Any chance you know where the super cozy spot with the giant neon kiwi sign is? It’s got, like, a moody little coffee shop underneath? Kiwi said 'turn left at the big tree', but uhhhhh—"She spun in a slow circle, scanning the block. Aaand there are big trees everywhere. Cool."So! Got any tips?"