#hopehasfallen

Sebastian sat at the park bench in the park in town, currently jotting down a few things while he waited for Hope. He had asked if she perhaps wanted to meet up to talk again, and he was now patiently sitting there waiting on her arrival. When he heard someone approach, he looked up with a smile on his face. “Good afternoon, Hope. You’ve been well?”

Using one of the meeting rooms at Talbot Enterprises seemed the most ideal. This way he had the whiteboard to use to write on, and he certainly already had all the various color markers at the ready. He let the secretary know so that Hope could be allowed in, and he was in the middle of organizing the board when she came in. “We should start with the basics first, and then we can move into greater detail. We have to essentially dissect her life and then we possibly find a new answer.” Sebastian gestured at the board, having wrote down spots for Name, age, job and so on.