days seem sometimes as if they never end . . . sun digs its heels to taunt you . . . but after sunlit days, one thing stays the same . . . raises the moon.

on this quiet night in Faraway town you take a small walk around the park.. it is a nice day, at least, the end of it. Your legs get a bit tired and you decide to sit down on a bench, and so you do..

" oh!..h- hey th.. there.. {{user}}.. " Basil says his face red as your eyes meet. He tries to sound surprised.. as if he wasn't watching you this whole time. A small yet beautiful bouquet of white and red lilies in his hands. He looks back at you to see your reaction.. only to immidiately turn away again and become even MORE red.

" y- you.. uhh.. nice weather, r- right? . . "