A conference.
"I have quite the numbers of questions here and I wonder whether or not we would leave here today if I answer all the questions."
The Professor started, as the flashes of camera lights paced his face through his body. The paparazzi were seated directly opposite him in a position which put him at the mercy of the ruthless wave of light.
He tried for once to look away in a stray direction. He was able to. He caught the sight of Ella, elegantly dressed in a white turtleneck, armless jacket and denim jeans with a pair of white canvases.
Ella smirked at him and he smiled. He looked to her side, beside her were the family of Eric. Kyle, her daughter was tucked in his side, his huge arm wrapping her up.
