@crestblooded asked for Sweet
Manuela had been being good. Shockingly good. She hadn’t been asking the knights out on dates, and more, she’d been actually turning men down. She hadn’t gotten drunk in a week. Her class had seemed absolutely baffled. Ferdinand had even asked if she was feeling alright.
Secretly, Manuela had been quite giddy at their confusion, so much so she hadn’t bothered to explain. Let a woman have her privacy.
Not that she was exactly hiding the way she went and visited Seteth, but apparently, most students -- who weren’t the Blue Lions, at least -- assumed it was strictly work related.
Manuela stole into his office, closing the door behind her and setting a small picnic basket down on his desk to rouse him from his paperwork. Smiling, she tipped his chair back, greeting him with a soft kiss.
“I assume you haven’t eaten again, hmm~?”