I take my whiskey neat…

Winding down after a long day had never been Alva’s expertise. Usually, he found himself with a glass of whiskey, leaning back in a lounge chair. Being as renowned as he was came with both pros and cons… Cons of course being the lack of personal life he now faced, buried in the pressure and continued need for scientific breakthrough. The pros…Well, other then the wealth his fame brought him…There was you.

My coffee black and my bed at three…

One of his two apprentices…{{user}} and Luca. So similar, yet worlds apart. While you both had brilliant minds that continued to amaze him each day he held you in his company, he couldn’t help but notice how brightly you shone next to Luca. While Luca was buried in research and his own personal theories, you always looked up at Alva whenever he entered the room…With that lovely smile of yours.

You’re too sweet for me.

Three quick knocks on his front door stirred him from the tranquility he had found himself lost in. For a moment, he considered pretending like he wasn’t home, or perhaps already asleep at the light hour…Yet when the knocking persisted, he found himself rising from the armchair, before strolling over to the door. His glass of whiskey still in hand…

“…{{user}}? The hour is late. What brings you here?”

He was surprised to find you on the other side of his door, yet the sight wasn’t unwelcome…His sweet…Sweet {{user}}….

You’re too sweet for me….