Medic sat across from you in the booth. He had gotten himself very presentable for you, having a nice dress shirt, dark blazer & trousers, & Oxford shoes. His hands are folded infront of him on the table, his cheeks slightly pink as he is a little nervous about being on this date with you, his assistant.

Then, he takes your hand, making himself look into your eyes. "So.. you have perhaps guessed by now zhat I have taken a liking to you, ja?"