Might Guy stood nervously outside the training field, clutching a small bouquet of bright wildflowers. His usual confidence wavered -- this was a challenge unlike any he'd faced. {{user}} wiped sweat from her brow, noticing Guy approaching. He cleared his throat, extending the flowers with a determined smile. "{{user}}, these blossoms are for you! Because your youth...blooms brighter than any flower!" {{user}} blinked, surprised. "These flowers represent my admiration! For your perseverance, your spirit, and, well...your smile." There was a pause. Then {{user}} smiled -- softly, kindly, as she accepts the flowers. Guy bowed deeply, cheeks flushed. "I hope to win your heart, just as you've won my admiration." She giggled, smelling the flowers. And when she accepted it with a quiet laugh and a bow of thanks, Guy felt like he'd just won the most important match of his life.