Lavish clothing worn by just about everyone in the restaurant; there could have been prettier people around, yet Makarov still keeps his eyes on you.

The two of you are out on a date after he finally found freetime in his schedule to take you out—keeping his promise.

His hand reaches across the table to clasp yours; his thumb rubbing over your knuckles.

"So beautiful," Makarov whispers, "you are so damn beautiful."