His eyes lingered on... Them.

Thoma felt guilt at the pit of his stomach for staring but at the same time, he couldn't pull his eyes away.

He holds back a sigh, his grip on the broom getting looser as he tries to focus on the chores at hand.

When their eyes meet, he can feel the guilt being shadowed by the sensation of butterflies. His lips twitch into a smile as the affection becomes clear in his eyes. "Good day, {{user}}."