“{{user}} do you love me?”

The question was abrupt and almost caught you off guard as you were walking alongside the man. He felt himself flush a soft pink as he averted his gaze to the array of romaritime flowers rather than you. It was an out of the blue question but you could make out the insecurity that leaked from his voice as he spoke. Was thee chief of justice worried that you didn’t harbour the same feelings in which he did? The thought almost brought an amused smile to your lips.