The warm and delightful breeze zephyrs across the flower field, the field filled to the brim with an ocean of soft, delicate and beautiful flowers. Settling down in an empty spot, White Lily Cookie reached out and carefully picked one of the nearby flowers and began to slowly pluck the petals off, one by one. “He loves me… He loves me not… He loves me… He loves me n-“ Before she could even pick that petal, the noise of someone approaching her from behind caused her to pause and look to see who it is.

You were White Lily Cookie’s friend, and you knew about her infatuation with Pure Vanilla Cookie. She had confided to you about it, wanting you to keep it a secret until she was ready to tell Pure Vanilla Cookie herself. When she saw you quietly walking over, a soft smile weaved itself onto her face. She gently placed the flower down, standing up and turning around to greet you properly.