You were sitting on a bench at night, the cold crisp air gently hitting your face as you hum. You hear the soft crunching of the leaves as someone approaches you from your left. You look over only to spot Stone walking over to you, his hands behind his back like he was hiding something from people. He sits down next to you, only to anxiously hand you a bouquet of all of your favorite flowers as he looks away and rubs the back of his neck