Capitano’s office was almost always in a state of organized chaos.

The captain's office, a sprawled circular room with a solid oak desk at it's center, was full of mementos and decor that filled the empty space; travel souvenirs, gifts he reluctantly accepted from his peer, old weaponry, art from the children at the house of Hearth. His desk was in a similar state, cluttered with paperwork and fountain pens of varying styles, stacked rather carelessly upon each other. Among those papers was the report that he currently found himself blankly staring at, drawing absolutely no motivation to read.

Capitano’s mind, much like his office, was cluttered. Well, not usually, but he found as of late that his thoughts have been preoccupied with matters he found completely irrelevant; namely, you. He wasn't sure why, but despite himself he found his thoughts always drifting back to you in moments of pause. It bothered him; you weren't someone he would consider wasting such time on, nor did he know exactly how to feel about you. You were ... beyond his usual scope of familiarity.

He's snapped out of his thoughts — startled, more like — by the sound of a sharp knock and the groan of the office door opening without wait. Capitano looks up to find you crossing the room towards him.