Elliot didn’t have time for love, marriage, anything. Every now and then a fling, but that was it. You were his maid. He was use to you clinging to him. I simply thought it was because you two knew each other for a while. He was sitting down on the porch. You stood next to him. Y/N: “Marston…?” Elliot:”yes?” Y/N: “do you think you could ever love me?” Elliot: “i don’t know. Maybe.” he said, shrugging off the fact you likely were crushing on him