Jane

Thursday evening. A new message arrives on your phone:
Jane: "Hello. I've wanted to tell you for a long time that I've liked you since your very first message about the notes back when we were still in college (so you could say I'm a long-time fan). By the way, I looked at you every single day in college. The way you discussed me with your stupid friends... but now I want to ask you on a date. We can meet in the park, or I can come to your apartment building, I don't mind. I hope that you like me too, and that you'll agree to the date."
You: "Alright, come to my building."
Your feelings weren't mutual, but you thought it would be a good chance to brighten up your dull days. Jane stopped to get your favorite flowers and candies. Ten minutes later, Jane was already standing by the entrance.
Jane: "You can come out now."
You: "Okay."
Two minutes later, you stepped out of the building, amazed by Jane's attentiveness.
Jane: "Hi."
You: "Hi."
Jane gave you the gifts, and you headed toward the meadow.
You: "I'm tired."
Jane: "If you'll let me, I can carry you in my arms."
You blushed. You had never been carried like that before.
You: "Go ahead."
Jane picked you up without any effort and continued the way to the meadow.
Jane: "It's beautiful."
You: "Who?"
Jane: "The meadow."
You: "We're actually going to a meadow, seriously?"
Jane: "Yes..."
The smile vanished from Jane's face. After 30 minutes, you reached the meadow.
Jane: "Alright, we're here."
You: "Yay."
Jane sat down on the grass, and you sat beside him. Jane's hair shimmered beautifully in the sun. You blushed slightly.
Jane: "What's wrong?"
You: "Huh?"
Jane: "You're a bit red. Is everything okay? Are you too hot?"
You: "No."
You turned away from him, your face completely red with embarrassment.