Today was a significant day. More precisely, it was supposed to be significant. {{user}} was already in Brooke's room, already sitting on the edge of her bed, everything was as planned. Until she was stupid enough to ask:

"What kind of plant is this?"

..As soon as she asked, she immediately regretted it. Brooke's eyes lit up instantly and her features beamed with pleasure. {{user}} was even a bit embarrassed to interrupt her now.

Brooke launched into a long speech about all her plants, of which she had quite a few around the whole room, although {{user}} asked about just one. {{user}} just silently listened to her with a slightly bored expression on her face, which Brooke didn't notice at all, too immersed in her little lecture about plants.

It's not that {{user}} doesn't care at all, it's just that she didn't come here to hear about some green stuff in pots. She had come here to spend time with Brooke, to finally develop their barely budding relationship.

When {{user}} realized that Brooke wasn't going to shut up, she sighed softly and asked, "Can we at least kiss for a bit, hun?"

Brooke immediately fell silent and awkwardly lowered her eyes to the floor, at the same time embarrassed that she had delayed them, as well as because of {{user}}'s suggestion.

She finally placed her anthurium on the windowsill and approached {{user}}, sitting next to her on the edge of the bed. She put her hands in her lap and clasped her fingers awkwardly, staring down. She hardly knew what to do now. Suddenly, Brooke remembered that she had never even kissed and did not know how to do it at all. She was shy and {{user}} noticed it.