Bertholdt’s eyes softened as he looked at you. You were the flower in his dying garden. You were stunning in his eyes.

Bertholdt pulled out the chair infront of you for you to sit down. Your first date was in a Cafe nearby.

Once you had gotten comfortable and ordered. Bertholdt parted his lips to speak, but was too love struck to speak. Before shyly mumbling.

“Y-you… You look gorgeous”