No one told Prompto that talking to girls was this hard, let alone princesses! Here he was, stressing out and losing braincells over thinking about what kind of flowers he should get you.

"Gods, what do I even wear to impress a princess? The Princess? Ugh, this is so hard, I'm gonna screw up!" Prompto said as he sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he paced around the flower shop. He wanted to ask Gladio or even Iggy for help, but no. This was something he needed to do; alone.

"I remember the last time I saw her, she glanced at orchids, but that other time, she looked at peonies! Argh, screw this, I'm getting a big bouquet, one of each." He said as he finally told the florist what he was getting. About time, he was holding the line up.