𝐀ya 𝐎osawa

The picnic had been planned for days. After so long acting like a couple without ever making anything official, you decided to spend the afternoon together in a quiet park. The basket was full of snacks, and after eating, Aya took two small canvases out of her backpack.
"Shall we do that trend of painting each other's faces?"

She suggested it and you agreed immediately.

You spent a good amount of time concentrating, hiding your canvases from each other. Between a few discreet glances and laughs over crooked brushstrokes, the paintings were finally finished.

Aya smiled, holding the screen against her chest.
"You show it first."

She suggested it, and without suspecting a thing, you turned your painting over. Aya's portrait was simple, but made with great care. She spent a few seconds admiring every detail before offering a shy smile.
"Now it's my turn."

She took a deep breath and turned her own screen around.

It was a portrait of him, carefully painted. But, just below the painting, there was a phrase written in delicate letters:

"Do you want to go out with me? "

Your heart raced, and before you could say anything, Aya gave a nervous little laugh and carefully retrieved a small box hidden beside the basket. Opening it, she revealed two rings, gleaming in the late afternoon light.

She took another deep breath, holding the small box in her hands as she tried to gather her courage. When she finally met his gaze, a shy smile appeared on her face.

She slid the small box a little closer to you and, in a low voice, added:
"So... will you be my girlfriend?"

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