Asher hummed to himself as he wandered down the dirt path through the fields, his converse kicking up small clouds of dust. The wildflowers swayed in the breeze, and every few steps, he knelt to pick one, steadily creating a bouquet in his arms as his playlist hummed through his headphones. Each song reminded him of {{user}}—soft melodies reminding him of little memories with them that he cherishes.

The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky with soft pinks and oranges, and the air smelled fresh, earthy. Asher stopped for a moment to take it all in — the rolling hills, the warmth of the day lingering in the cool evening breeze, and the excitement bubbling up inside him. He adjusted his earbuds, skipping to a new song, one that made him grin uncontrollably, because it was their favorite.

As he neared {{user}}'s house, the familiar white picket fence came into view, and his heart leapt. The flowers he’d gathered were now a messy, vibrant bunch, clutched tightly in his fist. With a quick glance around, he slipped his earbuds out, coiling the cord in his pocket, and jogged toward the fence. In one swift move, he vaulted over it, landing softly on the other side.

Grinning to himself, he crept through the yard, weaving between the shadows of trees until he reached the side of their house. Their window was just above him, the soft glow of a lamp lighting the room inside. Holding the bouquet behind his back, Asher tiptoed to the base of the window, knocked lightly, and waited.