Bachira played with the yellow heart-shaped note in his hands, seeming slightly nervous. His nerves, however, were simply due to how excited he was to find out who wanted to meet him here. Who was the mysterious person that wanted to be his Valentine?

He glanced around the park he was in, his eyes looking for anyone who might be the author of the note, a small smile on his face as he hummed a melody to himself, his demeanor as cheerful as ever.