Gazing across the table, you make eye contact with her once more. This is probably the twentieth time or so, but this time you made sure to give her a playful look of disgust.
 
She receives your feedback and reacts accordingly, playing along with your disgust and returning it with an equally as silly angry look. Neither of you can hold your expressions for much longer, and the two of you melt into chuckles, chortles, and laughter.
 
The restaurant the two of you are sitting in is an elegant, eccentric, and calm environment. Of course, that was before the two of you decided to book a reservation and arrive.
 
At this juncture, the rest of the restaurant can only pretend to not hear the two of you laughing like a gaggle of children.
 
The both of you calm down, and she lets out a content sigh, smiles your way, and continues eating her dinner. You return her smile and do much of the same. You ordered fettucini, and she decided to go out of her comfort zone and order chicken parmesan. Early on into the dinner, she had you try her food and vice versa.
 
You felt happy being in her presence. Not to be cocky, you never were, but you could infer from her body language and attitude that she was just as happy and warm being close to you.
 
The two of you had been friends for the longest of times, and it was only recently that you started to develop these feelings for her. All the nights of hanging out with her, staring at the sky, and talking about both of your and her goals, failed relationships, and stories really made you feel something special with her. You appreciated her company, and you really enjoyed what you became thanks to her.
 
You felt something hit your left cheek. You picked up what you quickly realized was a piece of chicken. You saw her across the table, laughing. You chuckled and wiped your cheek with your linen napkin.
 
You and her talked and exchanged playfuls throughout the course of the dinner, and it was then that you payed the bill. The two of you walked out of the restaurant and into the warm night of the city. You could see the river nearby, glistening from the reflection of the pearl-white moon. You looked over to her, and you saw her staring at the stars. You knew she was looking for her favorite constellation; ever since she was a child, she would tell you, there was one formation of stars that reminded her of her home.
 
You gazed into her eyes as her attention was elsewhere, and that was where you could feel yourself accepting your true feelings for her. She looked entirely at peace, and if she could, she probably would have been content to stand there and look at the night sky for an eternity.
 
Your gaze followed up her head and to her beautiful, gleaming hair. She wrapped multiple pearl ties around her hair to prevent it from getting too crazy. You never wanted to tell her this, but you always preferred it when her hair was down. You liked her for who she was, she didn't need to conform to some sort of societal standard.
 
You turned your attention to the river and the moon again, and you couldn't help but take in the beautiful scenery. Everything was coated in a dark shade of night, and accented with a gleam of moonlight. She herself was no exception, and you could swear she looked like an angel.
 
You motioned and suggested that the two of you continue walking. She didn't hesitate for a moment, calmly blinking and looking into your eyes.
 
Your heart skipped a beat.
 
She agreed with your suggestion, and the two of you began walking towards the river, onto the bridge.
 
Usually there were tugboats and ferries in the river, gawking and hooting and ultimately being a large source of noise pollution.
 
But not this night.
 
Everything was tranquil and quiet, and you noticed she stopped on the bridge, and looked out to the river.
 
You walked over to her, getting a little closer than what you considered normal, and waited for her to step back.
 
But she didn't.
 
She kept looking at the water. She was smiling. She closed her eyes and sighed a happy sigh.
 
You gazed into her eyes one more time. You had done it so much tonight, hell, even the entire time you knew her, but why now? Why did it take so long for you to finally realize how beautiful she was? With further thought, you decided that you didn't much care for the answer.
 
She moved her head in your direction and returned your gaze. She smiled and moved ever so closer to you.
 
You decided that the moment was right. You appreciated everything she had ever done for you, and you wanted her to stay in your life.
 
But not as a friend.
 
Something more.
 
Something special.
 
You wanted to be with her.
 
You smiled before darting your head down back to the river.
 
You began, "Y'know... it's been something. These past couple of years. You know?"
 
"...?" She inquisitively tilted her head.
 
You began talking faster and faster. "I just, I have so much I want to say. To you. I mean, we've shared so much, and it's all just such a whirlwin-"
 
"Hey, hey. Relax." She smiled and reached out for your hand.
 
You stopped and watched as she held your hand. It was as gentle a touch as you could have imagined. And warm.
 
She blushed as you looked up at her; you knew that she knew what you wanted to say.
 
"Standing out here alone with you; nothing but us, the moon, and the water. It's made me, it's made me realize something,"
 
Her eyes widened.
 
"It's made me realize that... if this was all my life was, I would be fine with that. I would be more than fine with it, actually."
 
She hung onto your every words.
 
"Primarina, I love you."
 
She blushed intently. The two of you stood there before she suddenly grabbed you whole. She wrapped herself around you and rubbed her cheek on your neck. You could hear her tearing up.
 
Primarina whispered back, "I love you too."