I catch her off guard with how swiftly I step in, keeping one hand beneath her plate of chocolates as our lips meet, making our tongues dance together for a deep moment of bliss. She's so cute when her face goes red; I want to keep making her blush like that whenever I can. --
It must be that day again. Beato always did like making chocolates for Valentine's. . . I even remember the first time we celebrated together, back before I understood her game. Man, that was embarrassing in hindsight. . .
Still, seeing her happily presenting these fills me with so much joy. --
Just a little more. . . I need to make sure everything's perfect for today. It's Beato's birthday, after all. And I spared no expense preparing for it! Decorations for the party, a menu desgined by our expert chef. . . and the cake, which I laid out for her. Right in front, I place my letter to her.