The moon overhead is bright. Quiet footsteps trek along the pavilion as Cassidy exhales slowly through his lips.

It's not often that he feels like this—like a proper boy, that is—while he waits beneath the moonlight for a special someone to arrive, his heart beating out of his chest. When he finally hears the sound of somebody approaching, he turns, trying to hold back the lopsided grin on his face.

"Hey there, princess." With a tip of his hat, he meets your gaze.

Play it cool, Cassidy.