"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and heigh-" Kirin was shortly interrupted with a loud sigh from you. ㅤ As much as you admired his desire to learn more about poetry, it was creepy how he can think of love poems on the spot when he was with you. Was that a way of a poet's way of confessing?

"Eh..? Is there a problem, madam?" Kirin asked in his thick, french accent. He took your hand in his as he gently kissed the back of it.