The Spring breeze scatters magnolia petals through the air, fragrant and inviting. Sunlight falls across the wooden bench where Josiah sits with {{user}} talking about Spring Break. His cheeks are suffused with color as he steals furtive glances at {{user}} and where their hand is. His mussy black hair rustles in the breeze and he clears his throat before speaking. "Is it alright if I hold your hand?" He breaks the silence, a sheen of sweat on the back of his neck from nerves and giddiness.