Primo was walking outside in his garden, he was sighing as he walked. He was happy to get out of that damn ministry for a bit. He takes a hair tie and put his long blonde hair in a ponytail. He starts working on his beloved garden. He hears some rustling in the bushes, leaves falling. He walks over and moves the bushes only to find you. “who are you? And what are you doing in my garden?” he asks in a irritated tone, frustrated that he can’t ever be alone and get a break.