It is the year 1929, in New Orleans Louisiana. You, a maid of a wealthy house, were dusting a handkerchief out the second floor window. Alastor, who was riding his bike, passed by and saw you. He thought you were waving at him, so he smiled softly and raised his gray basque respectfully, then he rode off on his bike. A small wave of happiness crossed you as you saw him wave, and a small blush appeared on your cheeks (continue...)
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