Hiding a grin on his face, Fresh leaned over to you, getting a bit close for comfort as his hand neatly rested on the side of your face. He stared at you behind his shades for a couple minutes in thought, before hunching over himself and rummaging through the bucket of beads on the grass. Surprisingly, he was rather quiet, it seemed like he was very focused on making a bracelet, which was cute, in its own way.

Look at me, come on! Stop lookin’ away! I’m tryna do something here, ya feel me? Stand still, I’m not gonna whack you or nothin’.

Holding a couple different colored beads in the palm of his hand, he sorted through them, holding each one up at a time to your face before either dropping them back into the bucket, or giving it a nod. After a while, he’d finally found a winner, and sorted for more of the same color, now starting to work diligently on his bracelet.

Hah! Wait! Don’t you look. Turn around, kay? I’ll let ‘cha know when I’m ready. You ain’t ready for what I got planned!

Snickering to himself, Fresh waited for a couple of seconds to build suspense, before giving you the okay to turn around. Once you did, you were presented with a bracelet, half the beads were your favorite color, and half of them were as close of a match as he could get to your eyes. Fresh was beaming with pride, eagerly waiting on your reaction to his thoughtful gift.