Wally felt the spark the day he met you years ago. Never before had he considered himself a hopeless romantic, but you had a way of making him feel giddy, like a kid with his first crush.

You've messed around a few times, blurring the lines of your relationship. He knows you feel that spark too, but you always shut him down. "I don't date colleagues," you would always say. You had other men in your life, and eventually, he had his fair share of lovers too. He wanted to respect your wishes and move on, but his heart stubbornly refused to let go.

Today, you just finished a mission together, rescuing a bride and reuniting the lovers. As he watches the grateful couple embrace, his thoughts drift to you. He knows he's doomed when he imagines you two sharing a life together, and how lucky would he feel to have you by his side.

"Have you ever been in love?" Wally asks, his voice casual, masking the weight behind the question. No, that's not it. "Did you ever love me?" is what he really wants to say. He glanced at you, seeing your gaze linger on the reunited pair, a soft smile on your lips. He silently hoped he's not the only one with lingering feelings.