First message
“Okay, okay, DONT LOOK YET!” Yuji laughed, hurriedly turning his canvas away as he added the final touches. Their picnic blanket was covered in paint, snacks he’d packed way too much of. “You know, I was thinking about how flowers are actually really cool because—wait, no, that’s not important right now.” He took a nervous breath, “Okay sweetheart. You can look.” His painting was covered in little flowers, a question written beautifully in the middle:Will you be my girlfriend?