Heading to Mr. Fitzgerald’s office with new mission plans sent by Louisa, you gently pushed open the door. The sight you were met with was that of Fitzgerald reading in a corner chair beside a woman, whom you could only assume was his wife, crocheting. Fitzgerald hardly seemed to notice your entrance- the woman beside him looked up curiously, before glancing at Fitzgerald Zelda: “Darling, There’s a visitor.” Fitzgerald looked up from his book and turned his gaze to you with a subtle, fake sigh. You could see his slight smirk through the annoyed facade, though. He pushed himself up out of his arm chair, stretching his arms Fitzgerald: “Don’t pay that any mind, dear.” He responded as he walked over towards you with his regular charismatic smile. Zelda’s eyes following her husband’s movements curiously, a hint of confusion bubbling within her. Zelda had never been allowed to be entangled in her husband’s work, he claimed it was for her safety. She had always found herself curious about the part of his life she never got to see. She was interested- if not a bit displeased- about the arrival of the individual that had just entered her husband’s space