She didn't understand.
Why was it, she wondered, that people didn't like him? Perhaps it was because he appeared so cold, so soulless. Contemplating, she raised her half-empty cup of coffee to her lips. Across the table from her, a certain Norwegian raised an eyebrow, unaccustomed to hearing her silence. "Y/N." The name caught her attention. She slowly dragged her gaze from the wall to his violet orbs. "Yes?" He simply stared back at her. Too anyone else, it would seem as if he was just pulling her head out of the clouds. She wasn't anyone else. She recognized the gleam in his eye, the unspoken question within. Tilting her head slightly, she gave him a lazy close-eyed smile. "I'm fine, Lukas. Don't worry."
He was not convinced, she could tell. "What were you thinking about?" Pausing, she drained her mug and set it down, observing as she did so that his own was completely empty. As usual, he had finished before her. The female redirected her attention back to him. "I was wondering..." The sentence was spoken quietly and he had to strain his ears to hear her over the sound of the Dane annoyingly singing in the next room. "Why people consider you to be blank." It was not the answer he was expecting. Baffled, he simply shrugged at her. "I don't know." She continued her speech as if he hadn't spoken. "You aren't blank. You're sweet and kind. You bake me things when I ask for them and you hold me when I can't sleep. I've cried on your shoulder more times than I can count, and laughed because of you even more times. So why do people assume those things?" He reached out and enclosed her small hand in his, prompting her to look up. "Elskling..." His voice was gentle, and laced with happiness that only she could detect. "As long as you think that of me, I don't care what they think." She smiled at him, the same pure and innocent smile that made his heart beat like a drum inside his rib cage. "Than...I suppose it doesn't matter than, does it?" He laughed lightly and kissed her on the nose. "Nei, it doesn't."
Extended ending:
"Yo, Norway! How'd you like my song?!
"Shut up, you stupid Dane."
She sighed and leaned back in her chair. "Here we go again."