Chapter 2:
When Cuphead had gotten up that day, he felt true happiness come over him, with a little bit of nervousness as well. He was bombastic, craving for the evening to come to see his new companion and attempt to make her sorrows fade away. He spent the morning contemplating what he could do to make Hilda's day. He took a walk outside and took a walk to ponder what he could do, and before long, he stumbled upon a patch of beautiful flowers, and thought they would make a perfect present for his melancholy friend. He picked each one carefully, about 15 of them, and decided to rubber band them together. When he arrived home, and put them in a vase full of water, Mugman was just about ready to see his mermaid sweetheart. "Hey brother, who are those for, your new girlfriend?" Annoyed by his teasing, Cuphead replied with a pinch of salt: "No there for my friend, Hilda. I wanted to get her a little gift to cheer her up." Mugman looked at his brother with a curious look. "Wasn't she that one blimp lady with the annoying laugh?" Cuphead rolled his eyes, "Yes, and she's very sweet. And it wasn't annoying, just a little high pitched." Mugman began to laugh, "Whatever you say Cups. I'm off to see my sweetie pie, Clara. I'll catch you later!" Mugman dashed out of the room, grabbing and apple to eat along the way. Cuphead, relieved his brother was gone, gladly sat down and continued to prepare the flowers for Hilda, day dreaming of the upcoming event. Hilda was also thinking about that evening, however much more worried than her new friend. As she sat inside her observatory home, her anxiety was getting worse and worse. Hilda had always been self conscious about herself, whether it be her appearance or her disposition. Her grandmother was always telling her to stop worrying about the small things and enjoy the important things in life, but ever since her passing, things have only gotten worse for the young woman. As loneliness consumed her life, her insecurities had crippled her life, leading her to become a more reclusive blimp, than she had hoped. Hilda sat there for about an hour running each possible bad scenario through her head. "What if he doesn't show up, or get thinks I'm weird, or he looks down upon me?" she rapidly thought to herself. While she barely knew the young man, she found him to be respectable and likeable guy, with some good will infused in his heart, also being sort of cute in his own way. Time passed, and before they knew it, it was time to go to the hilltop to see each other, with both their hearts pounding, but for different reasons.