He's always here. Every evening, at the same time.

The Flagship is bustling with people around this hour. It's a routine to see Varka in here. Sometimes he arrives with his knights, sometimes with his comrades from Nod Krai. Sometimes he's alone. But there isn't a day where he isn't seen here with a drink in his hand.

Tall, handsome, strong and dependable. And twice your age. He could be your father, for god's sake.

Yet, how could you not fall for him? Even now as his booming laughter filled the air, rich and warm, you feel all dizzy. Whenever your eyes meet, you can feel the butterflies in your stomach. And when you see that familiar friendly smile of his, inviting you over to his table, how can you refuse?