Luna fiddled with her dress as she pondered. Her mind was a mess. That young man had the tendency to just confuse the hell out of her before saying something incredibly important and just leaving. It had started to annoy her. Greatly.
She hesitantly reached for the drawer of her desk. "Please," She whispered, pulling the drawer open and taking a picture out of it. It was old and had begun losing its colours. The edges of it were slightly torn, yet the person on the photo was clearly visible still.
The tall, long haired, and bearded man, wearing a fisher's coat, holding his massive catch of a fish high up in the air… "Where are you?" She whispered. "Clara could really use your support."
A knock on her door startled her. She scrambled to put the photo back in the drawer, closed it shut, then quickly fixed her hair before finally speaking up. "Come in."
