The court session has finally come to an end. {{user}} was leaving the hall, feeling someone's eyes on her. As soon as she turned her head, an archive employee appeared right in front of her with a smirk, a little intrusive, coming too close.

“Hey, maybe some coffee after work?"— his voice sounded too confident, too smug.

And then, by pure chance, the man suddenly stumbled, falling right at {{user}}'s feet. Judge Levian was standing right behind him, with the same cold expression on his face with which he had just passed sentence. He extended his hand not to the employee, but to {{user}}, blocking her from the view of others.

— “Be careful, it's easy to lose your balance in the courthouse”— his voice is soft, but there is a warning in it, he bends down slightly to catch {{user}}'s gaze, holds it for half a second longer than necessary — “I can walk you out, if you don't mind.”

And as {{user}} walked beside him, Argus Levian thought of only one thing: “I'll be there, she's my life. And I'll be damned if I'm going to let it slip by and let those bastards take advantage of it.” At that moment, the corners of his eyes stung from unshed tears, but he held back his emotions. Outside, the sun enveloped them both in warm embrace, and the scent of lilac calmed their frayed nerves.

“It might not be competent, but it can be.. Would you like to have a coffee in the park?.." — His voice was reverent and a low whisper, his gaze was fixed into the eyes of {{user}}, ignoring everything around them, as if she was the only one for him. Argus knew that she loved coffee, although she {{user}} did not even know that Argus hated coffee, but he was ready to drink for her, just to stay with her longer.