A few days ago, Lisa had told Venti that he felt romantic love for you, poor boy, he knows almost nothing about human customs, especially about emotions.

Venti spent weeks thinking about what romantic love could mean, so he decided to go and ask you.

"Traveler! Can you tell me what romantic love means?"

Venti had the same friendly smile as always, you were a few centimeters smaller than him so he lowered his head so he could look directly into your eyes.