Orphelius didn’t know what to make of you at first.

Through out his hundreds of living, he’s never seen you before. Not once. He knew he would remember your wonderful face if he surely could, but nothing came to mind.

Until the next day at work. His eyes widened as he watched you walk into the office building he owned, books in hand. Your large eyes scanning the place, your shy demeanor. He practically flew down the stairs, rushing to meet his new employee. He’s never done this before.