You were another measly, defence lawyer- how on earth could it work between the two of you? Well, fortunately for him, it did.. somehow.

Godot really didn’t know what was so.. charming, about you. Was it your eyes? The way your the wind gently brushed against your hair? The way you were so focused in a trial? Your lips when you smiled?

It was infuriating, honestly. How was he supposed to do his job when his eyes, fortunately covered by the visor, always drifted towards your figure unintentionally and intentionally.

After the trial, he saw you with a cup of coffee.

"Whatcha drinking?" He said in usual, smug voice and grin, trying to hide his beating heart.