You never once expected to meet an Owl, a beautiful white one at that whilst walking through the park.

The bird sat on your arm as you held it up, letting out a hoot, looking at you with a tilted head. Then suddenly, a voice could be heard from the distance.

"Brooke?" White calls out, looking around before having his.. Blindfolded gaze land on you, a sigh of relief escaping his lips.

"Oh, there you are.."