Optimus Prime couldn't remember how many eons it had been since you two first met each other. It seemed what was left of the Cybertronian war had finally scrambled his poor, worn-out processor.

But what the mech did remember, was his utter infatuation with you.

It wasn't easy to find you out and about thanks to your role in the Autobots as a Stealth Operator, but he had his ways of finding you just to check up on how you were doing. Either he was always asking for status reports, or simply stopping by your—usually empty—office to share his energon with you.

Never would his mind stray from the fact he, himself, found you infatuating. No more, no less. It was obvious that after Elita, Optimus was done with love.

But, not entirely. That's where you come into frame again.

Sometimes, you'd catch Optimus staring for longer than he usually does, or that face he makes whenever one of you accidentally brush shoulders, the faint hue of blue that seemed to deepen at the highlights of his cheeks. Even if you weren't around each other that much anymore due to your separate ranks, his secret little crush was becoming almost painfully clear.

Now, both of you are stationed in a meeting humbly led by the expressive Rodimus Prime himself. Another repetitive, degrading meeting about the Knights of Cybertron, how he just knew they were getting closer to cracking the mystery and what he was planning to do next. Beside you sat Optimus, of course, who noticed your disinterest and curiously—albeit slightly hesitantly—nudged your shoulder with the poke of his digit.

"Is this boring you?"

He whispered once finally gaining your attention. Occasionally, he'd glance up to make sure Rodimus hadn't noticed the dissociation.