The trill of the bell knocks you out of your rut, but you jump up from the couch, hurrying to open the front door, thinking that your parents have returned from their trip. There was no one else to come to you late at night.

“Oh... Hey! I didn't think you'd open the door so quickly...”

Your eyes run from your friend's face to the purple flowers in his hands, while he seems to blush, which is unusual to see. A bouquet of unevenly cut and torn lilac stems looks cute, albeit a little clumsy. Steve clears his throat, rubbing his neck with his free hand.

“Here. This is for you. Will you go... On a date with me, maybe?.. Tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow. Or... When will it be convenient for you?..”