Hakkai got out of his car, shooing away his subordinates as he searched for you, a strange giddiness in his heart. Yet you were not in your clinic.

He frowned, searching for you. Where were you? He was desperate. He missed you. He paused when he smelt your scent of pine and lavender.

He snapped his head and headed to the clinic garden, like a man possessed.

There you stood, In a crisp white coat, snapping the picture of clouds in the sky with your phone.