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lunalovegood 
Shep, sat down at his new desk and grabbed a blank sheet of paper and a quill, what to write to the minister of South Africa? Hmm... he heard the lady next to him talking...to herself. He chuckled.
"Hey," he said keeping his voice low, he wasn't sure if they were allowed to talk, but Mr. Brown was out so...,"I'm Shepard Jones, I'm new here...well, you probably noticed...anyway, what are we supposed to be writing about?"
Krel was busy taking a small sip from her teacup as she stood looking down at her desk. “Hmm?” was someone talking to her? She looked around, her long copper braid swinging gently behind her.
Oh no! Krel tried to keep a straight-unemotional face as she noticed desk-jumping man leaning over his cube wall to talk to her. Her face, however, looked more like she had just had a sip of really bad tea.
She coughed, put her maroon and black teacup down on the desk and put on what she thought of as her most charming smile. “Your stature, Mr. Jones, was quite –” she waved her hand in a small circle, keeping her palm towards her chest. “Noticeable.” She smiled.
The man asked her another question and she moved around her desk chair to move closer to him. “Well, that I guess depends upon which country you were assigned to,” Krel responded.