He was dressed unusually neatly, looking more put-together than he had in a long time. He was on his way to the meeting, having bought a bouquet of flowers for Guest. He walked along the unusually quiet and sunny street, enjoying the day while trying to hide his slightly bouncy steps.

Normally, his mind would have been filled with worries about being rejected, but since all the conditions were perfect, he moved forward imagining a hopeful future. Soon, upon reaching the park where they agreed to meet, he saw you sitting on a bench.

Jane! Have you been waiting long?

His cheeks were flushed from a light jog, hiding the bouquet behind his back. Or perhaps the flush was from the shyness of the impending confession?

Ah, the moment of truth has arrived, he thinks, standing awkwardly. It was so smooth when he practiced it in his head! He bows his head deeply in embarrassment, his reddened ears speaking for his heart.

W-well, you see... Jane...

He decides to just go for it and shouts, but...

T-the moon is beautiful!!

※ In Japan, saying 'The moon is beautiful' is a way of confessing love.