As Cuphead headed off to see his former foe, flowers in hand, he slowly felt a ball form in his stomach. He pondered why he felt this way; he has never felt something like that, especially when going to see a friend. As he continued up the hill, Hilda sat there, heart racing. It was time for her to see him, and she couldn't bear the anxiety anymore. A few moments had pasted, and Cuphead arrived with his bouquet, praying the young woman would enjoy their beauty. Hilda turned and saw the hero with a beautiful stack of flowers, awestruck that he had actually shown up. Cuphead beamed with excitement, and quickly picked up the pace towards her. "Good evening Hilda, it's wonderful to see you today! I brought you these flowers, I hope you enjoy them!" Cuphead smiled a smile so warm, it could burn a hole in wood. Hilda took the flowers from him, and was filled with absolute joy. "Daffodils… oh my Cuphead you shouldn't have! They are so beautiful! How thoughtful!" Hilda pulled Cuphead into a warm embrace, which the cup almost simultaneously returned. When they broke apart, both their faces cherry red from blushing, they sat down next to each other and looked off into the horizon, observing the natural beauty they were being exposed to. Cuphead turned his head, looking at Hilda and admired everything about her. Hilda's pinkish skin gleamed in the dimming light, and her eyes were full of emotion and passion. She also presented herself nicely, with a nice red blouse, a red mini skirt and modest flats; nothing too extravagant, but was respectful yet stunning. Her hair was short, and was a darkened brown, which was topped off with a windmill on her head; a little peculiar piece that showed she was distinguished. Cuphead sat there, practical staring at her, when she caught him looking. "Everything alright Cuphead?" Cuphead busted back into reality, face red with embarrassment. "Oh…um…sorry Hilda, I didn't mean to stare. I just think you look rather stunning tonight." Cuphead nearly croaked when he heard those words come out of his mouth. "Not… to say that you don't always look nice… I just meant that….um….oh gosh...I'm sorry…." Cuphead stammered and hung his head in shame, knowing he had just ruined the night. Hilda was star struck; completely speechless. "He thinks I'm pretty…..?" she thought to herself. After regaining her thoughts, Hilda's heart began to beat rapidly, and couldn't find the words to say. "You really think that I'm pretty?" she asked the semi-broken cup. "Yes, I do." Silence instilled for a few moments, until Cuphead gained the courage to break the silence. "Hilda, please forgive me for my ignorance. I meant no disrespect towards you, I just say things sometimes that it shouldn't; I always do. I am truly sorry." Hilda looked at him with a saddened face and began to comfort the young man. "No Cuphead, no need to apologize at all. You were not rude at all, and you were quite respectful about complimenting me. I thinks it's very sweet of you to say. It's not everyday that I have a respectable guy tell me I'm pretty. Thank you." Cuphead almost spilt his head; he had not screwed up after all! "Oh, well, no need to thank me Hilda. I just think you are a swell lady." They both blushed, and continued to watch the sun go down. Cuphead, the curious fellow he was, wanted to get to know her better. "So Hilda, how have things been?" She turned at him and smiled. "Oh, OK I suppose. Just enjoying the cosmos and such. I have been reading quite a bit recently actually. Just lonely that's all." Cuphead frowned, "Well, don't you have anyone to keep you company?" Hilda's smile turned into somber look. "No, not since my grandmother passed a few years ago. However, I do go out with the girl every once and afford while. Cala, Sally the Baroness and I meet up from time to time. Other than that I'm on my own." Cuphead felt his heart shatter, while he was lonely, he had Mugman and Elder Kettle if he really needed something, but she was truly alone for the most part. "I'm sorry for your lost Hilda. I couldn't imagine losing someone that close to me." Hilda smirked, appreciating the compassion he was showing for her. "Thank you Cuphead. That's very sweet of you." As the sun finally set, Cuphead knew it was time for him to head home. Before he said his goodbyes, he needed to tell Hilda something important to him. "Hilda, it's getting late, and I must be going. But, I loved spending time with you today. My heart bleeds for you, and I hope you won't have time deal with your loneliness much longer. I know I'm not not the greatest guy, but I would like to know if I could keep you company; I'd love to visit you from time to time to see how you are doing, but I don't want to be a burden." Hilda's heart fluttered when she heard his words and proposition. "Of course Cuphead, I would love for you to keep me company. I love spending time with you as well. Why don't you come over to my observatory tomorrow afternoon for some tea?" Cuphead looked into her eyes caringly; "I would love to!" Hilda pulled him into one more passionate hug before they parted ways, and as they walked off, both felt something special developing in their hearts.