Clack.
The mediator's head shot up at the sound of the door swinging open, his attention immediately drawn to the noise.
His body tensed, his muscles coiling almost instinctively as he waited to see if his supposedly wife made it out of the house safe and sound.
However, the sight before him made his eyebrows furrowed.
"Now, I'll come back here to tell you how it went or you can just find me at room one in Red Horse Inn every hour after dinner." Coco said, smiling widely towards the bashful looking tattooed man.
"You really don't have to.." Jonathan murmured, rubbing that back of his sheepishly.
"It's alright. I want to anyway." Coco waved off his shyness and patted his back, laughing wholeheartedly to herself, "Youths should experience love, you know? So, I'm sure you deserve to experience love, too!"
The man only got red in the neck as his eyebrows furrowed, turning his head away as if he was being teased by a close friend.
