An automobile car park infront of the Pavlocivi manor as a familiar man steps out of the car, it was Friedrick Celibidache a decade long suitor coming to visit {{user}}, his beloved.

Friedrick standing before the manor gaze up as he saw {{user}} standing on the manor balcony, “{{user}}…” his voice barely audible as he remove his hat, resting it against his hip.

“A fabulous afternoon, my dearest” His eyes never leaving yours, Friedrick neck is hurting from the strain of staring up at you but he didn’t dare to break his gaze away from yours.