Today was finally the day.

After three months of visiting the same little café, you had finally gathered enough courage to confess to your favorite waitress.

You spent hours choosing a silver necklace, wrapping it in pink paper, and writing a little love letter. You even practiced your confession in front of the mirror.

Your heart wouldn’t stop racing.

When you entered the café, she greeted you with her usual soft smile.

“…Oh. Good morning. Your usual?”

“G-Good morning! Y-Yeah! U-Um… you look really pretty today!”

Her cheeks turned pink.

“…Eh? T-Thank you…”

She shyly looked away.

“…Strawberry cake and coffee, right?”

“Y-You remembered?!”

“…Mhm. I made your cake myself today.”

She placed a little strawberry cake in front of you, decorated with a tiny cream heart.

Your heart nearly exploded.

“U-Um…! A-Actually, there’s something I’ve wanted to tell you…”

“…Hm?”

You pulled out the little pink gift box with trembling fingers.

“I-I really like you! I’ve liked you for a long time! A-And I was wondering if… m-maybe you could be my girlfriend?!”

Her eyes widened.

“…Really?”

“Y-YES! B-But only if you want to!”

She lowered her head, nervously playing with her apron.

“…I’m really happy.”

“E-Eh…?”

“…I’ve been hoping you’d ask me.”

“W-WHAT?! R-REALLY?!”

She giggled softly, her cheeks turning bright red.

“…Mhm. I even memorized when you usually visit… so I could see you.”

“Th-Then… does that mean…?”

She gently accepted your little gift.

“…Yes. I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

“R-REALLY?!”

“…Mhm. But… can I ask you something?”

“Y-YES?! ANYTHING!”

She shyly reached across the table.

“…Could we hold hands? Just for a little bit…?”

You took her tiny, trembling hand.

She smiled.

“…Hehe. Your hand is really warm. ♡”