"What are you drawing" Flora leaned against the door of Helia's atelier. In one smooth movement, Helia had put the cover over his canvas turning to Flora. "You don't want to show me?" With her eyebrows raised, she waited for an answer. "I'm sorry, Flora, not this time" Helia had just begun to put his things away that Flora had quietly crept into the room.
"Flora" Helia groaned as if chiding a misbehaving kid. "But you always show me" she pouted. "You are too adorable for your own good. Come here" he opened his arms to welcome her, embracing her when she stepped to him. "Please Flora, don't peak at my art when my back is turned" She snuggled closer. "You are making me curious." she mumbled.
He gave her hair a little kiss. "I know you are but it is important to me you don't take a look." He let her go a bit to look in her face. "Fine" she conceded. "Let me make it up to you. Dinner?" Helia asked his girlfriend.
"Why are you asking me if I remember your secret drawing, of course I remember, you wouldn't show me" Flora followed Helia into his atelier. "I want to show you now" Flora lit up. "Are you ready?" he asked and only started to unveil his canvas when she nodded.
Flora's eyes widened, realizing what his art meant. He had drawn her, he had often but this... it was different, her in the dress she had told Helia about, the one she had always imagined getting married to him as a teen. There was a pink engagement ring on her counterpart on the canvas. "Helia" she choked. Did he mean it, could he? Was he...?
She turned to him, finding him already on his knees. "Flora, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" He held the same ring Flora wore on the canvas. Tears started to pool in her eyes and Helia looked at her in concern. "Yes... yes I... I do" she stammered and was greeted by the biggest smile in return.