The note came a bit earlier that day. ‘Meet me at the docks at sundown,’ it had said, curly handwriting signed with a somewhat dramatic 'E' at the bottom. Now the time came, and the sun was beginning to set.

“Ah — you’re here.” Elliott’s eyes lit up at the sight, before softening in fondness as the light fell over them so beautifully. It was poetic, really, yet he found his mind blanking of flowery words when they looked at him. He cleared his throat and briefly fixed his hair. His usually eloquent words formed into something quieter, truer. “So, I had-... I was wondering if you might want to accompany me. On the boat. You know… a date.”