Flashback; 6th Grade.
He walks through the gardens, grabbing a flower here and a flower there, collecting wildflowers of every color.
It's Valentines Day.
He goes inside, grabbing a pair of scissors, finds yellow ribbon, and ties a bow around the stems. Yellow is her favorite color.
His mother drops him off at her house, leaving him with $100 and his flowers.
He walks up to the door, palms sweating from nerves, and knocks.
She opens the door, wearing a yellow sundress and her blonde hair tied back in a white ribbon.
He's not sure what to say, so he just lets his lips do the talking.
"Happy Valentines!" He holds out the flowers and sees the surprised expression on her face, everyone had thought he was going to ask Blair to be his Valentine.
She takes a hold of the flowers, lifting the flowers to her face and inhaling the scent, a smile spreading across her face.
"You make a pretty awesome Valentine, Nate Archibald." She leans forward pressing her lips to Nate's cheek and Nate forgets how to breathe, just for a few seconds.
It's like this every time.