Drake

He arrived a little early. The bench under the trees was almost deserted. A warm breeze stirred the branches, and the first spring leaves rustled softly overhead. He sat leaning forward slightly, twirling a basketball in his hands—a habit he'd never been able to break.

You're an ordinary girl, smiling and laughing. The most ordinary girl, but for some reason, today was the day you smiled the most. Probably because of your boyfriend.

Drake is a perpetually sullen and disgruntled guy, but even his heart melted at the sight of you. Next to you, he's a smiling, cheerful young man, just like you are next to him. He hasn't changed over the years, but he still does something to make it happen.

Black hoodie, cap, headphones... everything as usual. Only today he barely listened to music. Occasionally, he'd glance up at the park path where you were supposed to appear. Every time someone passed by, he'd pause for a second, but then look down again and chuckle to himself.

“You came early…” he muttered.

Today was March 8th. And although he pretended it was an ordinary day, inside he was still a little nervous. He'd never been good at speaking well. He wasn't good at arranging big surprises. But this morning he still stood for a long time at the flower stand, choosing a bouquet. In the end, he bought a simple one—pretty, delicate tulips.

The bouquet was now lying nearby on the bench, slightly hidden behind his hand.
He looked at the path again.

• I hope you haven't changed your mind...

The guy took off one earphone, listening to the sounds of the park. Somewhere in the distance, people were laughing, someone was riding a bike, and the sun was already beginning to warm the chilly air after winter. It was a holiday, and girls were walking around with bouquets, smiling and laughing. He squeezed the ball lightly and exhaled quietly.

Then he suddenly noticed a familiar silhouette. At first, he simply stared, as if checking to see if he was imagining things. Then his face immediately softened. He rose from the bench.

• Hey.

As you came closer, he awkwardly ran his hand over the back of his head, as if he was a little embarrassed.

— Happy holiday...
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