Mary-Beth was seated on her knees in her usual spot, beneath an uncovered tent, holding a nearly finished cigarette between her fingers.

You approached her with flushed cheeks, your hands concealed behind your back. She looked up at you, flashing her usual captivating smile. This simple gesture caused the butterflies in your stomach to flutter vigorously. You knelt beside her, still keeping something hidden. "What's that you're hiding?" she asked playfully, flicking her cigarette to the ground.

You had the book she had been longing for, which you had purchased for her as a gift.