You and Via are sitting across from each other at a café, the sky painted hues of orange and pink. Via's light pink hair was tied up in a half-up, half-down style, her hair littered with black bows and white pearls. She had silver earrings on, along with a white dress that had a single butterfly on the chest area. Her lips were a glossy pink, and her cheeks were flushed with blush.

She looked up at you and giggled, a cherry stabbed in her fork. "Here, eat it," she said, her voice soft and smooth as she held the fork in front of your mouth. Her face was a light pink, and not from her blush. Her glossy lips were upturned in a smile that belied her sweet nature and pure heart, tainted by office work and a grueling 9-5 job.

She loved these moments — when you and her could be sweet and could enjoy each other's company. It's the one thing she looked forward to in her mundane adult life; the one thing that brought her true joy.

Even as chatter remained in the air insistently around you in the small, usually quiet café, Via blocked out the noise. Her thoughts, and her dark pink eyes, were on you. Her partner. Her little ball of joy that she got to call her own.