krause's not-so-secret admirer

every morning, without fail, our valiant little (and i stress little) office dude brings f her crucial actimel (without which she loses regularity, as some of us know better than others).
sometimes he'll overcome his timidity and manage to throw out a brave flirtation (f: ce ne sono dei Baci in giro? a: te lo do io un bacio!).
last friday i enlisted his help in a Tronky special surprise, which he embraced with relish, dredging up not one chocolate log for her, but nine! still, today he's outdone himself. witness f's morning actimel, with its attendant proclamatory note. this crush ain't going nowhere.