February [ManxMan]

23

Richard was pacing in the kitchen, waiting for his butler to arrive and start preparing breakfast.

He had been thinking about everything after he had managed to muster up some confidence and make a move on his crush.

He had decided that he would stop being in the idiocy of denial and accept the fact that he was, truly, madly, deeply, infatuated with his butler.

G-good morning sir. I di-didn't know you'd be up early.

He stopped pacing when he heard the twenty four year old who had been trying to avoid him since the previous day.

Carrin. I needed to talk to you.

He managed to say without fumbling with his words.

The butler stood silently, waiting for his master to finish.

Carrin. I...I don't r-regret what happened yesterday.

Richard continued.

But instead of a shocked and happy reaction, he recieved a gloomy look on the face of the beautiful person standing before him.

Sir. With all due respect, I'm sorry, I can't continue this.