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*･῾ ᵎ⌇ "won't you come and hold my hand" ࿔*:･ﾟ ooo. reality warnings: strong language ✃- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ❬ . ˚ ◞ ♡ ⃗ ☕️ * ᵕ̈ ೫ ˚ ∗ : ❭
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Amity lowered the hands from in front of their eyes and gasped at the sight, heart fluttering in their chest. A red picnic blanket was placed on top of the grass in the park, a wooden basket with a pretty embroidered pattern poking out of it. An empty white vase sat in the centre of the blanket, gleaming under the moonlight.
Amity turned around, lips tugging into a smile as they were met with a red rose. Clay held it carefully between his forefinger and thumb, successfully avoiding being pricked by any thorns. Amity carefully took it from him, admiring the way it looked in her hand.
She smiled, following him across the grass and taking a seat on the blanket, gingerly placing the rose inside the vase. Amity held one knee close to her, resting her chin on her knee and looking over to the man by her side.
Clay could feel the palms of his hands begin to sweat, anxious for reasons that flew over his head. He wasn't sure what the big deal was, it was a damn picnic for Christ's sake! Then again, he did tell her that this would be their first date.
