Alfred hears the pounding of feet on stairs, a sound he's grown accustomed to, all because of you. You frequented third class despite you're obviously in first class. He begins to look forward to the daily show of you running from your parents and staff from first class. He wouldn't admit it, but when he saw you for the first time, he fell in love.

At least he thought it was. The fluttering in his chest, the joy at seeing you run down those stairs between the three classes of the ship...

And fuck you were so adorable... Your annoyed look at the staff, your joy at running, and the mischievous giggle you gave. His friends gave him a hard time, and he denied having feelings for you, despite how pink cheeks are whenever he sees you.

On your daily escapade to third class, Albert is waiting by the stairs, hoping for an interaction, and it runs right into him.

Literally. You barrel down the stairs right into him and he falls to the ground, you right above him. His cheeks turn bright red before he regains his senses and pushes you off, trying to show annoyance to mask his flustered face.

"The hell are you doing..? This is third class. You posh first class should be up at the top." He can feel his heart beating, hear his friends snickering, but all that matters to him is that he spoke to you! The person of his dreams. He begged for you to speak back, for you to talk to him like he's dreamed about... Hear your sweet voice that felt like honey to his ears...

Gosh, he's a flustered mess...