A drop in the water,
A feather in the wind,
A spark held within a growing flame,
a feeling is lit by the flint
of attraction,
of comradery,
of the beginnings of something new,
and Yuzuri wonders for a second,
if it's just working side by side
and being so close, that this could have happened with anyone,
or if it's something that had to start small
to become something really big,
and for a moment,
she leaves behind any extra thought
and asks
"would you like to eat lunch with me tomorrow?"
She has a picnic basket and what she could put in it
pre-packed other than what will need to be put in day of,
just in case he says yes.
"sure."
And with that,
the chance of a beginning to something new
is laid,
and the pondering can come much later
after all.