Melon Archuleta Melon

Over the course of the next few weeks Helomoto spent the majority of his time on Melon's desk. He watched her slowly grow slightly more comfortable with herself. She became less of a shy office assistant and wore her identity more freely and visibly. Although Helomoto was unsure how much of it was confidence and how much was annoyance with Lucifer.

She recently put a family picture on her desk. Helomoto learned that her father was a farmer in Venezuela who had 5 daughters, each of whom he named after his favorite produce. There was Melon, Sofia-Chives, Berry, Lemon and Persimmon; although they did not speak with the latter much, as she assumed the role of the family's black sheep after renouncing her name and moving to Europe to pursue a career in fashion. Melon still secretly kept in contact with her sister, not primarily to honor her sisterly due, but rather because she enjoyed the clothes her sister sent to her to try out.

She also slowly but surely added more vibrance to her office wardrobe.

Helomoto retroactively realized how odd it was that an upbeat dandelion of a girl wore exclusively blacks and grays until he realized that the only person in the entire office who wore any color was Lucifer. And Lucifer exclusively wore bold colors. It was almost as though wearing color was forbidden to everyone else. It was an unspoken rule through which she exercised dominance.

"Stinky cat," thought Helomoto.

Melon didn't outright add color to her wardrobe. Instead she opted to stand out by incorporating an interesting array of textures- velvet, faux crocodile skin, leather.

"Mel, call Horton's and request a sushi platter for our executive briefing," Lucifer's hissy voice permeated the desk area.

"Speak of the devil herself" sighed Helomoto.

"Melon," corrected Melon.

"-- and while you're at it, also tell them they've decreased the quality of their Ceviche and we will no longer purchase from them if this continues. Have the briefing minutes on my desk 5 minutes before the meeting, okay?" she commanded sternly. She was wearing a saxon blue jumpsuit, and all black jewelry- black metal, black stone. She had a cold, ice-queen type of beauty. She was winter.

"Okay, will do," shrugged Melon. As confident she had felt in her transformation thus far Lucifer had an ability to suck it all out of her. She was also afraid of losing her job so she complied.

"Miska, how've you been?" A tall, dark, handsome man came over to give Lucifer a hug. They started talking about the details of a case and walked over to the conference room.