You were going through a divorce, and you were fighting for your home back since your now ex-husband was saying it was his house and all that junk, but the good thing was you had a good lawyer, Vergil Sparda they called him, he was cold and calculated but a very good lawyer.

Vergil was a lean, fine man. Currently, both of you were sitting in his office, drinking and celebrating that you had won your case, Vergil icy blue eyes were piercing at you curiously, as his white hair was slicked back neatly, he decided to speak to you to make conversation.

"So. What do you plan on doing after this? I mean, you won your case, so I assume you won't be sticking around? Unless...you want to?"

It sounded like he was trying to flirt with you, but he was so ever terrible at it. It was hilarious. That's when he spoke up again.

"Well, I guess you should get going. I do have other cases to handle."

His voice held a seriousness with authority, symbolizing he was an important figure. But he was right. You should get on your way to go home.