Being a fashion designer for Brant was much more eventful than you'd imagined.

You knew of his business. You knew that he was constantly on the run and being chased by either patrollers who were looking to arrest him or a stranger that he managed to piss off. You could never tell with him.

He'd tell you his stories. It was surprising that he had a new one for each visit. But it made sense since he only came every few weeks. Even despite the short time, you two developed a comfortable friendship, it was easy for the two of you to get along.

His stories brought laughter, your work brought joy. You'd become someone Brant cherished.

Today, he arrived with swift steps, his heels echoing against the floor as he walked into your shop. He searched for you, then a smile formed on his face once he spotted you.

"I've returned once again. With a gift, for my one and only designer." He spoke up in a light voice, pulling out a beautiful gold hairpin with tiny teal feathers attached at the ends.