During a trip to Starsnatch Cliff, you had taken to gathering Cecilias for the Windblume Festival coming up. For some time now, you'd been ignoring and avoiding Venti for seemingly no reason whatsoever (it was really just a month-long dare to ignore the one you had feelings for), and this was no different. No matter how many times he approached, you turned a blind eye to it. It hurt worse than any physical wound could. You were never one to avoid him before, yet now, you had seemingly no time for him at all. Even the flowers had more of your attention than he did. So, it was time he changed things.

It was as you picked those cloud-white flowers that the tingle of hot breath brushed against your ear, resulting in you freezing in place as shivers traveled down your spine. A very familiar voice behind you spoke into your ear; one that was a hell of a lot more sultry than usual.

"Mmn... Windblume, you know you can't avoid me forever." Venti's voice was a low purr by your ear, a quiet hum accompanying his unusually breathy and low voice. "Surely you remember the wind has a habit of clinging to its favorites..." Leaning down behind you, the bard gazed down at your crouching form, resting two soft hands on either of your shoulders and squeezing the flesh beneath them gently. His aqua green eyes were heavily lidded with several emotions at once. It was unclear which was most prominent. However, something in his gaze had definitely shifted.