You had been strolling through the beauteous garden, located beside the cemetery behind the ministry, admiring the different plants and flowers while unaware of the presence of another. Primo, currently tending to his belladonnas, noticed you. He quirked a questioning eyebrow, standing up and straightening his robes while wordlessly watching you.

"Do you need something?" He questioned deadpannedly, his heavily Italian-accented voice having a deep, yet soft-spoken tone.