Clusters of roses surrounded an exquisite box, inside of which lay a bottle of perfume.
"What's it called?"
"[Longing to See You]."
With a flutter, Beatrice's face turned red.
This guy is really getting more and more straightforward.
Louis blushed slightly: "Is it too straightforward?"
Beatrice touched her burning face and said:
"Now you realize?"
Louis let out a light hum and said:
"This is how I truly feel. You've pulled me ashore, you can't just abandon me now."
Beatrice said nothing, just held his hand a little tighter.
Louis chuckled and said:
"I actually thought of a tagline for it."
Beatrice's gaze turned inquisitively towards him.
Louis said:
"I want to meet you, you choose the place."
"The forest, the desert, the lakeside at dusk."
"The prairie, the ocean, the street corner in morning mist."
"Just don't let it be in a dream."
Beatrice's eyes sparkled.
To Louis's surprise, he found himself blushing under her gaze.
