Baby I wasn't there

Head over heels

June 25th, 1916

It's a hot day in New York city. Alastor stands in a tall building, windows as tall as the ceiling. He's a apprentice, fresh out of high school. His mind is focused on one thing, and that's making it through this. Up in the North, people are nicer. Better, though sometimes he can't tell who's from Jersey and who's from New York, he manages.

"So, I said to him. If you want me to even get close to that woman, I'll need a stack to test it first." The men said laughing. They all sat around some big fancy office table.

"Hey boy,"His boss called to him, and quickly Alastor was at his side once again. " Get me a coffee. You know what I want." He said handing Alastor a clump of cash. He nodded quickly before leaving, finding the nearest elevator. He waits, and about five minutes later the doors open. He steps in, and stands closer to himself. There's only one other person there, a woman. She's quiet, her pen moving quick on her notepad.

She glances at him for a moment, before acting as if he wasn't even there. The elevator ride is a bit long however, since the building did have one hundred and fifty seven floors. He was on one hundred and fifty three. He looks over at her again, peeking over to see what she's drawing. It's a dress, a long dress, with a few lines sticking out of it. He doesn't expect her to turn her head and stare at him back.

"That red." She says, staring at his suit. " What color would you say it is?" She asked, her pen still moving despite her not looking at the paper.

"If I had to guess, I'd say crimson." Alastor replied, before Y/n nodded, looking back down to her note pad. He watched her work, the two sitting in silence.

"Do you mind if I ask where you happened to purchase it from?" She asked again, before he shook his head.

"Not at all! My mother got it for me. Down in Louisiana." Alastor said watching her eyes narrow.

"Great. Thank you." She said sarcastically before going back to her note pad. Alastor snorted.

"Well a thank you would be nice." He said, glancing at the number on the elevator. Floor fifty.

"Thank you? Hm." She thought, before flipping the page to a fresh one, writing something. Then she ripped it off, handing it to him.

"This is?" He asked, confused before reading the paper.

"Me saying thank you." She replied, before going back to her first sketch. On the page, was a small skull, eyes crossed with an upside down cross underneath. It was sloppy, and yet somehow perfect at the same time. Alastor grinned, before folding the paper and slipping it into his pocket.

"Well this is quite the gesture! I feel as though I owe you for such a gift." Alastor said happily. Finally the elevator doors opened, and she quickly walked out, Alastor trailing just as quick behind her.

"That isn't needed." She said, as she began to make her way out of the building. Alastor didn't stop.

"How about a coffee then? On me?" He asked. At this she stopped, and stared at him for a moment before following.

"Fine. But I expect you to pay." She said, before he grinned.

That was the start of their meeting. When Alastor first met Y/n.