Twas a lovely, yet chilly, Autumn afternoon that took away to Herb's silent pitter patter on the porch steps.
"This is it." He had thought.
He carefully knocked on Whipped Cream Cookie's door to the rhythm of The Silent Hall. Herb was secretly hiding a bouquet of pink orchids that only bloomed once every blue moon.
Even though he was charismarically attractive, Herb did not like to socalize that much, especially girls. But there was something special about this one, so Herb couldn't let her get away. He usually found himself daydreaming about her pink exterior, her incredibly soft personality, and to top it all of, her noncholant smiles that made his whole day. She was his queen, and God spare anyone that mess with his queen.
"Hello?" Whipped asked through the door, and after a while of no response, she instinctively opened the door. She looked down to find a bouquet of pink orchids, that she unknowingly knew, bloomed only once every blue moon.
There was nothing that could indicate who her secret admirer was, not even a note or a letter. She inspected the bouquet carefully before taking it inside and shutting the door.
"Godammit!" Herb thought to himself.
"How could I be such a coward?" Herb had chickened out at the last minute and rapidly dived for a nearby container, which he took shelter behind.
What Whipped had never found out was that they had been friends for over 2 years, where they met in a community
for a videogame called "BakeTale". Herb wasn't a stalker, ((I'd want him to stalk me, though)) It was just mere coincidence that they were aqquaintances in real life. How did Herb know that she was Whipped? She simply posted pictures of herself on her Instabake account, whereas he posted none.
Whilst hiding behind the container, Herb thought about all the possibilities if he could establish a relationship with her. He blushed to the thought about the...sexual ones. OwO
Later That Night
Herb spent all his free time scrolling through Whipped's Instabake, which was filled with beatiful digital art, (Herb couldn't draw). He revised through their Private Messages ; which was just a spam of heart emojis. They held a platonically romantic relationshiprelationship, but it was not anything serious. Herb deeply sighed before turning off his phone, and dejectedly fell asleep.