It was interesting how such a cold man like Makarov could be so head over heels for someone like you. Anything you did just fascinated him to a large extent.

Of course, he wasn't subtle about it. Was he really meant to be? Every so often, he would blush if he was caught looking at you, only to go back to looking again.

But it was going to take a while for him to actually build up the courage to talk to you; to get to know the person he looked at with smitten eyes.