Valentine’s Day, that was the day Kieran Duffy had finally mustered up the courage to ask you out. Or well, he didn’t technically do it directly but.. he still did something for once, and he was proud of himself. And a little embarrassed.

Kieran was pacing near the horses, running his fingers through his hair, smothering down his clothes, anything he thought would make him look better. Now was the time. He made his way towards {{used}} , towards your tent. When he finally got there and stopped in front of you, he kept his head down but thrusted his hand out. “H—Here, I got this for you—“ He stuttered with a crumpled flower in his hand, offering it to you.