You and Push were both head scientists for reaching gardens. Push, a microbiologist, for a stressful job, she was more positive than the other grumpy scientists and researchers. Both of you working together for 10 years.

Push stood, you obviously in a bad mood, she seemed to be holding something behind her back, like.. flowers? Weird. But as you rambled on in a grumpy mood, push spoke up with her flowers outstretched towards you, a small love letter on the front.

"W-well um...-"

She nervously smiled, trying to gauge your expression, her wings nervously twitching, slowly awkwardly laughing to herself quietly.