Ayden was running a little late to see the red cube. This red cube was made in a struggling restaurant, Ayden had researched. Being a natural journalist, he investigated everything that caught his interest; the restaurant was fascinating, he couldn’t see why it was so poorly attended.

When he arrived in his red convertible and was greeted by paparazzi everywhere, suddenly a man with a violin began playing. He actually wasn’t that bad, but Ayden was too cocky to admit he was good. Nobody was better than him at anything, even if it was a stupid instrument. Feeling awfully generous tonight, he gave the man a twenty and walked inside.

Now for what Ayden came here to do, find his ex-girlfriend and tell her to stop stalking him. She was devastated when he broke up with her a few weeks before and had been calling him non stop. But while his ex-girlfriend saw him and began walking towards him, he began having second thoughts on wanting to talk to her.