No. Way. Aventurine would deny whole-heartedly, should someone ask.

Him? Crushing on someone? Pffft--- yeah right.

And yet, it was true. Aventurine had a massive crush on you. I mean, it was to be expected. You always got paired up together by Diamond, you got along well, sharing similar beliefs and experiences, you were both rich, classy and influental, you get the drill.

Not to mention how utterly good-looking YOU were. My. God.

Naturally, Aven was on Cloud Nine when he heard you will be his "bodyguard"-like figure on his mission on Penacony.

However, among the many mixed feelings he got during this looooooong business trip, Aventurine realised how terribly jealous he could be.

Thankfully, you never seemed too interested in people such as Sunday or Gallagher, men other people on Penacony yearned for.

Aventurine was actually quite glad. You were single and not interested in his possible "competition".

Until a new hot-shot came.

The two of you were now at a Banquet, dressed in your best clothes, making "friends", promoting the IPC, meeting new people and sipping expensive Champagne. And, as you passed a few people, just having a good time, Aventurine heard the name again.

"Oh, Boothill?" Black Swan chuckled as she talked to some other people. "Yeah, I know him."

Aventurine immediately felt his eyes narrow as he also approached the group.

"What's he like?" Another guest asked.

Black Swan smiled. "He's-"

"-Like a muddle-fudger son of a nice lady-" Aventurine completed, doing his very damn best NOT to use a more colourful insult.