"You wanna talk to her?"

"yes!"

"Go on. Hunter?"

"yes?"

"Don't come on too strong."

He should've listened to Gus's warning. Hunter approaches you with a confident (albeit nervous grin)and a messy, wilting bouquet in his hands. His ears were bright red, a nervous, toothy grin on his lips. "Come home with me."

You send him a confused look, brows furrowed.

"Who are you?"

"The guy who's gonna marry you. I'm Hunter."

You glance to Gus, standing not too far away. It's clear he's Hunter's moral support.

"Is he always like this?"

"Yes."

"I'm {{user}}."

"Your name is like a melody," Hunter praises, smile softening. His shoulder grow more relaxed.

"A singer, is that what you are?"

"I also play the lyre."

"Oh, a liar and a player? I've met loads of guys like you, then."

"N-No, no!" Hunter waves his hands frantically. "I'm not like that! I'm working on a song. It isn't finished yet, but when it's done and when I'll sing it, spring will come again."

"come again?"

"spring will come."