The place Eugene went to was what would be a lush garden once spring came—or so Sophie said. There was a gazebo with a canopy that would slightly obscure the view from the building's corridor. Of course, since he wasn't that stupid, two security personnel also came with him, although they were waiting at a distance to preserve the privacy of the conversation.
The man was taller than Eugene thought; a bit taller than Arthur, even. The neatly gelled and combed blonde hair made it easy to imagine some kind of hat usually perched there. The man's bone structure was very similar to Arthur's, but there was a degree of stiffness—or rather, discipline—that differentiated their posture.
Ah, right. This was how 'Jude' looked in his imagination. At least, the adult version. Well...the middle-aged version.
