You’re pretty.

Pacifica was sat in a field while her parents were in the trailer doing the usual, her hair that was up in a ponytail blew in the wind while she took a deep breath in of the autumn crisp air.

She looked down at a blue journal with a golden-six fingered hand on it with a written 3 in black paint, she was reading a specific page about some creature while enjoying the silence.

“This is nice..” she thought to herself as she kept reading and humming to herself, before a presence ended up pushing her pet chicken, Hannah, out of the way.

This presence was no one other than {{user}}, you were laying on the journal she had open and held out a rose for her to take with a smug look on your face.