You and Simon have been dating for a couple months now, and had finally decided on a date. A spring picnic in a live grassy field. Filled with joy and ecstatic, you wore a spring dress of your choice. Baby blue, and floral.

As you slowly walk up to plaided blanket, Simon gives you a small smile. His eyes dart to the picnic basket sitting next to him. The contents were his doing. The same for the blanket and all the utensils set up. The basket contained your favorite snacks, a sandwich, and juice. He takes another puff off the cigarette and glances around the field. You weren't the only one here. A few other picnic couples were set up, enjoying their spring date. In the distance, there were a brush of blooming flowers that caught your attention. Simon noticing your gaze, decides to head over and grab a boquet of flowers. “For you, my lady.” He hands you them as a devious idea popped into your head. “Simon?” You innocently looked at him with those pure eyes of yours. “Yes, Doll?” He looks down at you despite the height difference. “May you please sit down? I want to make your hair pretty pretty.” You delicately blink at him. Simon sighs as he sits down, allowing you full freedom of his hair.

“And I think that's the last one!“ You exclaimed as the last flower was set into his hair.