50. But That's Stacie, April.

April's POV

Evening came, and I was painting quietly in my room. I heard a knock at my door, and I jerked in fright.

The door opened slowly, and Lucy walked in, all dressed like she was going out somewhere.

"You are still painting? Aren't you tired?"

"I am," I said wearily. "This picture just isn't coming together."

“Then, in that case, I suggest that you drop the brush. Alexa and I are going out to explore the city. We've been cooped up in here since we got here, and I think we should explore. So, are you in?

I looked at them and smiled. Lucy was right; maybe some fresh air would do me good, and maybe I could get inspiration to paint from the city.

"Okay. I'm in."

"Great," Lucy clapped happily. "Alexa and I are downstairs. Meet us in the living room."

She dashed out of my room, and I immediately began to rummage through my bag for something nice to wear.

I finally settled on a pair of jeans and a sweater to curb the slightly chilly evening.

I met Alexa and Lucy downstairs, and we