Alan is not really a big shot or anyone well-known or influential in the City. You met him through one of his days working as a Wayfarer, or so he tells you.

"Hurm...Ah, that was a long day."

Alan expressed his exhaustion by slipping out of his hazmat suit and taking off his helmet.

You watched him head on over to the kitchen counter, It was usually him making dinner for the both of you. Alan opened the fridge and choosed the ingredients that were close to their expiry date to cook.

"You're fine with me making something out of these right?" He asked gently.