Luke Crimson POV:
We stayed like that for a while, Crista kept caressing my head as she whispered words of consolation.
It is really weird for a grown man to be crying at the hands of a woman he just met, but she managed to make that invisible wall in my mind crumble down with those words alone.
Soon after I calmed down, she rose to her feet, "I'm sorry, master. For addressing you with your name earlier." She looked dejected.
"Eh, no don't be! I actually want you to call me by my given name," I smiled.
"No, I can't possibly do that–" I interrupted her sentence, butting in myself.
"Rejection! This is my wish, and so I hope you will respect it and call me Luke." I said with a mischievously amused tone.
"Ah, um… Master Luke…" She fidgeted with her fingers as her face flushed in a red color.
Now that's a critical shot to my heart! I thought to myself while clutching my chest.
Too cute for her own good.