You’d been dating Koku for nearly two months now. He was a known politician, but needy and affectionate to you in private. It was cute how he picked you up for your dinner date, smiling and gently taking your hand to help you into the car. You didn't know what you were getting yourself into, what with the media who would be swarming the place.

"You're still nervous?" He questioned halfway in the drive, glancing over at you and angling his head a little.