He felt her as she entered the building. He could hear the hushed voices of his sire and her as they approached his office. His office, a place that let the sunshine spill over his features and a place where he could help. Because that's what he wanted to do, help. They stopped, more hushed voices and then a knock on the door. He positioned himself by the windows, in the light, a figurative way to show that he was good now. That he deserved her love. He straightened his duster methodically and looked to the streets below.
"It's open."