Wes sat in the window seat of his favorite library, grey eyes fixed on greyer clouds.

In his hands was a copy of the previous day's newspaper, already crumpled and worn through in certain place.

" Traceless strikes again." He muttered.

His fingers smoothed out the surface of the paper, revealing the news that a garden center had been robbed by an unknown thief- one who had taken all the blue flowers in the building, and replaced them with bouquets of dandelions.

" It fits the MO." Wes thought to himself.

" random crimes committed just for the fun of it."

A flash of movement caught Wes's eye, and he got up, grimacing when his bad knee started to protest.

Moving through the towering shelves of books, Wes found a truly tiny person with tousled black hair, or was it brown? Perhaps even dark blond? Wes blinked and rubbed his good eye, trying to focus on something solid.

The person turned, and jumped in surprise.

" Oh! I didn't see you there!"

Large brown eyes, speckled with green, blue, grey, and even black, caught Wes's attention first. The person stuck out their hand to shake.

" I'm Justice Ashen! Choose your pronouns, I don't really care as long as I'm not called an 'It'." Justice laughed, and the sound, which started out as a high chirping song, quickly deepened until it couldn't be distinguished from thunder.

" I'm Wes Anderson." Wes mumbled.

Justice bounced on the soles of their feet.

" What pronouns do you prefer?" Wes asked.

" She/her for today." Justice chirped, her eyes sparkling.

" Thank you for asking!" The light caught her eyes, twisting from a royal blue, to black, to the green of the deepest forest undergrowth.

" You have pretty eyes." Wes said, mentally kicking himself for the lame comment.

" You think so?" Justice said, bouncing in place.

Wes nodded, avoiding eye contact.

Justice reached out and put her tiny hand on his scarred right cheek.

" You're also pretty!" She chirped.

Wes tried not to die on spot.

Justice tilted her head, then smiled and turned away.

" I just heard my brother calling me, so I gotta go! Bye!"

Wes was surprised to find that the encounter had left him breathless.

" Bye..." he whispered. His newspaper tumbled out of his hands and fell open to a page he hadn't seen before, one that proclaimed that the famous ' Ashen' family had been massacred in their home, leaving no survivors.