Most days looked rosy and full of potential to the unlucky Asha even when half of them ended in near disasters, but since he'd opened the mail this morning he had known that today would not be a disaster filled day. No, it would be a rosy day, Asha had decided, for Miss Moreno had written to him. He'd hardly known Tala beyond her friendship with Eileen, but his heart soared at the thought of her. How had he not realized this before? How had he simply sat passive when she came around? Asha was baffled, he wasn't the sort to sit around broken hearted for years, but it almost seemed, when he looked back, to be just that case.

He had been so caught up in his thoughts that he'd been unable to work on developing his photos for the paper and at midday had called it quits. He'd work on them tomorrow. For now he'd head to the cafe for a pint, perhaps Eileen would even know where he might find Tala.

Asha had just settled down at the table with a pint in hand when the door was thrown open. There she was. There was his Tala! His Tala! The words sung in his heart as he beamed at her. "Here I am!" He agreed with a goofy smile on his lips. Pining. She'd been pining for him. Oh, how had he let so many days and weeks go by unused? "Have you now?" He asked with a chuckle, looking down at her as she sauntered up to him. Boldly, as if it had never been a question between them, he wrapped his arms around her waist and looked down at her an almost teasing light to his eyes.