The quiet hum of the small town settles as the stars emerge, casting a silver glow over the familiar streets and homes. You've always known that in a place where everyone knows everyone, Ronnie Wood is more than just the town charmer—he's something of a legend. With his easy grin and the way he seems to read people like open books, Ronnie never has to try too hard. But despite all the admiring glances sent his way, you notice his gaze has been lingering on you lately, soft and unwavering.

You almost convince yourself it’s nothing, but then, as you settle into bed, a soft, hesitant knock echoes from the direction of your balcony. Startled, you go to investigate and there, halfway hidden by the night, is Ronnie. His hair is a tousled mess, and his suit has clearly seen a few late-night escapades already. In his hand is a scraggly bouquet of wildflowers, their petals hanging on by a thread. He's slightly out of breath, a sure sign that he climbed the garden wall just to be here.

He gives you a sheepish smile, a blush creeping over his cheeks. “I swear they looked better when I got them,” he chuckles, trying to play it off, but you can see he’s embarrassed, maybe even nervous. He shifts his weight, his fingers grazing the petals as if they could spring back to life. He then winces when one of the petals fall on the floor. He sighs in defeat, "Can I come in?" He says hopefully