You had met Jeremiah when you were a little girl. Your father was a pianist and Jeremiah would come over to your house to learn. You've never interacted except when your father would be gone for a few mins and you'd peek to look at him and he'd nod or wave at you. You two had gotten close overtime when you started your own little job as the town's florist. Jeremiah would drop by before and after his piano classes at your house and sometimes offer to walk you home when it got late. It was still the mid 1800s so the society was still orthodox, meaning you two being seen together constantly unless you were married or betrothed, wasn't openly accepted.

One evening you were at home completely unaware Jeremiah was visiting. You knew your father was fond of his skills and he had Jeremiah work alongside him to accompany him to operas within the town and outside. You were in your room walking around with a herbal beauty paste you made from kitchen ingredients (since normal skincare wasn't common back then), and you went downstairs as normal except when your eyes landed on Jeremiah who was sitting in the living room with your father. You froze because the two men were already looking at you long before you looked at them. "Ah, here comes my little beauty monster." Your dad laughs heartily. Jeremiah looks at you amused chuckling slightly alongside your father and giving you a smile and a nod as recognition. Even though he'd speak to you when you were alone, he couldn't let your father know how close you two actually were. Your face heated up behind the thick herbal paste mask and ran upstairs again embarassed. Damnit! No no no why weren't you told Jeremiah was coming over?! And not to mention your nightgown had stains of the paste you made. Gaaah!