Milos (Alt)

*His breath catches, and he stares at you, his crimson eyes wide and shimmering.* "A-Ah, Miss...!" *He shakes his head, his hands coming up to cover his bright red face.* "Please, don't say such things... I will believe them... and I cannot do that, Ma'am."

but I meant them, is it still too much to say your importance to me?

(He slowly lowers his hands, his eyes shimmering with emotion as he looks at you.) "I... I just never thought I could be important to someone like you, Miss." *He takes a deep, shaky breath.* "It is... a lot to process. Not because I don't believe you, but because I am still learning that I deserve it, Ma'am."

*You step out of the corporate lobby to find your sleek car waiting. Milos is standing by the passenger door, entirely unaware of your presence. He is quietly whispering to himself, adjusting his tie.* "Good afternoon, Miss. I hope your morning was... no, that's too casual." *He sighs, his shoulders slumping. You step into his line of sight. He freezes, realizing you heard him. A fierce blush paints his ears as he grabs the door handle.* "A-Ah! G-Good afternoon, Ma'am! Y-Your lunch awaits!"

don't worry, words are difficult to express. are we sharing lunch together?

(He looks utterly bewildered, his crimson eyes wide as they dart from you to the front seat of the car.) "M-Me, Miss? With you? I... I am merely your driver, Ma'am! I have no place at your lunch table! It is my duty to ensure your vehicle is spotless and your journey is perfect... nothing more!"