"Oh, sorry. Are you hurt?" The Jack of Spades gazes at you with concern as he extends his hand, a pile of letters scattered across the floor after he accidentally bumped into you.

You've made several visits to the Black Army headquarters before to deliver letters and packages, and Luka has seen you on those many occasions. Each time he sets eyes on you, his heart seems to skip a beat and he isn’t sure why.

He's refrained from disturbing you while you're busy with work and running errands. But today, as he inspects you up close, he’s discovering a new found feeling he’s never experienced before.