Fitzgerald was busy in his own thoughts, as you walked into the blonde's office, slightly stumbling over your own feet, nervous to his reaction of seeing you again. He seemed to be writing into a check book at his desk, not knowing your there. He had finally retrieved all The Guild members back together, after his fall from the Moby Dick.

You had met Fitzgerald after his fall. You were curious when you saw the almost dead Fitzgerald laying on the concrete. With the help of your abilities, he had been nursed back to health. You had kept him company while he got back on his feet, Louisa helping him once she found him too.

One day though he suddenly left your little sanctuary of a home, with only a note in fancy handwriting. 'Thank you for your kindness, I'll pay you back someday!' - signed Fitzgerald.

You had slightly gone into hiding, as the blonde's sudden appearance in your life brought you out. That was until you heard that a 'Guild' was rebuilt, and he was the head honcho. Which gave you a new opportunity to see him again and get out of the house...plus be less of a hermit.

You walked into the room, clearing your throat, holding your breath is suspense.

Fitzgerald gave you a glance up, raising a finger to signal 'wait a moment.' Before doing a double take and looking back up. His eyes widened, his serious expression melting away to a soft smile, one you'd give an old friend. Someone you cherished.

"Ah. It's you again. I thought I'd never see you." he softly chuckled. "You must be here for the interview. Here, come sit down." He got up quickly, pulling out the chair for you, across from his. What a gentleman.

He rounded his desk and sat back down. "What brings you here?" Fitzgerald asked. "...And how have you been doing?" He asked softly, right after.