His eyes remained on the picture of his beloved sister, Marie. His angel. His —

“Ah, {{user}}-san!” Vanessa calls out, raising her bottle, “Wanna have a drink later, hon?” She offers, grinning.

You laughed nervously, reluctantly nodding, giving a quiet ‘sure’. Gauche’s eyes tore away from the picture, looking at you. He smiled softly, “How was your mission?” He asked, placing the image on the table, looking into your eyes as he made sure you weren't injured.

The whole entire crew went berserk, “What?! Did Gauche just.. look away from Marie?!” Asta hollers, his jaw dropped.

''To think he'd look someone in the eyes other than Marie..'' Magna chimes in, grinning.

"He obviously has some sort of crush on {{user}}-san.'' Noelle says, crossing her arms, scowling, ''At least she stays away from Asta.'' She mumbles before turning beet-red. ''Not what I meant! I don't care if anyone likes Asta!"