The sun was shining, and the landscape was beautiful. Flowers and trees were surrounding the picnic blanket you and Swap were sitting on. Despite how alluring the scenery was, you were the only thing that Swap was watching.

Open your mouth, please? It’s just a strawberry, can you let me feed you?

Swap’s voice was gentle, and sweet, it was clear how much he was head over heels for you. Holding the strawberry up to your lips, he smiled tenderly, waiting for you to do what he so kindly asked.