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Originally Posted by Stefan

Albert wasn’t sure if he should blame his age or the bloody climate change for his gloomy mood. It was a rare thing to happen, considering the fact that he was perpetually mad at the state of the world he was living in. Yes, perhaps it was the age talking. Sighing, Albert perused a few minutes to slowly walk around the park to get rid of his melancholy, before sitting on a vandalised, albeit clean, park bench. Not far from where he sat, were a couple of young parents playing with their children. His thoughts automatically drifted to Arabella...and her predicament. Maybe he was to blame too. Had he been a bad father? Was he too strict? Was he too protective? Should he...let her go?

Albert closed his eyes and gracefully hung his head. Now, how can he possibly giver her hand away if he’s like this? A few seconds passed and the aged magizoologist straightened his back, held his head high and watched the scene before him with intensity. He just had a realisation. “I think I know what Antheia is trying to do...” he thought to himself, only to be distracted by the growing heat in his right hand.

Albert looked at his right hand holding a steaming take-away cup of coffee for Arabella, and lifted his left wrist to look at his watch. Realising that it would take her a few more minutes to find him, Albert resorted back to people watching with mild interest.

Arabella had just gotten back from a certainly intriguing interaction with a young man named Maverick and then an even stranger interaction with Kieran. Maverick was cute and all; however, Arabella was hesitant since Maverick had lied to her face to be coy though he HAD found her phone in the middle of the street when Ara had dropped it on her way to work at the DP. Though he had lied to be coy... Did people actually do that? She tutted in disbelief as she rounded the corner and then thought of the other man that she had run into. He had obviously followed her into a Beauty shop and had claimed to be purchasing goods for his pet toad. Beauty goods for his toad? The notion was ridiculous. With these being her two most recent endeavors into finding love and meeting people, Arabella was feeling somewhat... hopeless.

So when she received a text message from her father asking her to meet him in the City Park, she was more than happy to oblige. Perhaps he would know what to do. Father dearest always knew what to do. He had always understood her better than anyone else -- even Mother at times.

She found her father in the park people watching. An amused smile graced her lips as she walked up to him and watched his reaction to the young parents and children. "Does it remind you of us? Perhaps when Aramis and I weren't fighting over who got to sit with whom on the aeroplane?" she asked as she took a seat next to her father. He had aged a little. Perhaps he seemed more old due to the fact that she was noticing his thinning hair more so these days...? Then again perhaps he looked older next to the young parents with their children. "Sorry for being late. I had a rather unfortunate or fortunate run in... It's all dependent on how you look at it." Beat. "It's good to see you. How are you?"