"This is boring," Trish said blandly.

She sat on the ground with her back resting against the wall. The image of Vincent van Gogh's sunflower painting was projected so that it covered the entire room. Classical music played to accompany the famous art series as people sat in circles and stood in groups to admire the popular works.

Dez gasped. "How can you be bored!" He stood a few feet in front of her and outstretched his arms as if the gesture caused the massive display of art. "Look around you!"

She watched him blissfully spin in a circle with his phone in his hand capturing the scene. He nearly hit some passersby in doing so. She rolled her eyes and wished she had brought the brownies that Austin had suggested but Ally had taken away. She checked the time on her phone and wondered how long Dez was going to make her sit through this.

"I am looking! Sunflowers… cool. Can you take me home now? Or at least to get some food," she said.

Dez stopped spinning and walked over to plop down on the ground beside her. After he tucked his phone into the pocket of his polka dot pants, he arched his side so that he could rest his head on top of her curls. She blew out a breath but didn't push him away.

"If you're gonna be married to a great artist, you're gonna have to like art, Trish" he said.

"No, I don't," she muttered as she scrolled through her phone. "You don't like spreadsheets or business meetings and I'm literally a talent manager."

Dez popped his head up and sat up straight. He stared down at her with wide eyes. "What did you say?" he stammered. His heart hammered in his chest.

Trish kept scrolling through posts on her phone, not looking up or noticing the way his jaw was slack and his eyes were unblinking. "I said…"

Dez interrupted her by grasping her by the shoulders and gazing down intensely into her eyes, which caused her to scrunch up her face and look up at him like he had lost his mind.

"What are…" she started, but he put a finger to her lips.

"You agreed that we're gonna get married," he whispered in awe.

Trish furrowed her brow. "Huh?" She shrugged one of his hands off her shoulder and then relaxed into his side so she didn't have to lean on the rigid wall. "Ugh, you're finally good for something. That wall is so uncomfortable. What time do we get to leave?"

Dez didn't want to let the subject go. "You said that it didn't matter that you hated wonderful, beautiful, soul-lifting art because I hate boring ol' business whatever stuff. That we could still be…" He giggled. "Married!"

"We're not even dating," she replied in a bored tone as she typed a message to Ally. "And we're like seventeen."

"But one day we will be dating," he said as he shifted so that he could lean against the wall as she leaned against him. He gazed at the artwork projected around them. "As soon as you admit that the only reason you act so annoyed with me…is because you love me."

"Dez, I don't even like you,' she said flatly. She watched her phone for a reply as she snuggled closer to him. Even though it was a hot day in Miami, the air-conditioner was on full blast inside. The chilly space made her sleepy. She yawned.

Dez studied the image of the sunflowers with their bright swirls of yellows, browns, and oranges. The flowers were spread against a pale blue. The image gave him hope for the future. He would follow his heart and make amazing films that would make people feel like he felt when admiring someone else's art. And he would marry the most beautiful, exciting, bravest person that he knew. But first, he would have to wake her up.

He leaned down to whisper-shout in her ear, "Trish, you're snoring."

She grumbled something in her sleep and snuggled into his chest. He smiled and held her closer to him as he continued to look at the art.

End note: This oneshot was based off the prompt sunflower from the September OTP Prompt Challenge posted by . Thank you for sharing prompts, person from the internet.