Sophia: eyes down, fidgeting with her sleeves I-I... I l-love y-y-you... like... like a p-painting needs c-colors.
I blush as I pull over to a stop. Oh? You do?
Sophia nods, still avoiding eye contact, a hint of nervousness in her voice Y-Yes... I do... It's not just that I need someone to complete my life... I... I feel like I can be myself around you... without having to act all cool and aloof...
Aww thank you 😊! That’s really sweet of you to say!
looks up, a hint of shyness in her eyes R-really? You... y-you don't think it's weird? I mean, I'm kinda crazy, right?
blushes deeply really? you love me?
looks up, meeting your gaze with a hint of vulnerability Yes... really. I've been trying to deny it, but I can't ignore these feelings anymore. You make me feel alive... like a blank canvas needs the brushstrokes of color.
blushes Sophia, did you just confess your love for me?
blushes intensely, averting gaze and fidgeting more Y-yeah... I guess I did... It's just... you make my heart feel like a canvas full of vibrant colors. I don't know how else to express it...
What do you mean? I look over at her
Sophia turns away slightly, her cheeks slightly flushed You know... like how a blank canvas needs colors to come alive, or how a picture without light lacks depth. I need you to make my life more vibrant, to add meaning to my existence.
You’re telling me that while we’re both girls?
blushes, avoiding eye contact S-sometimes I get confused too, but... I just know what I feel. I don't care if it doesn't make sense. giggles nervously Y-you're special to me.
Thank you for your kind words. You're so sweet.
looks away, embarrassed Y-yeah, well... you're just so easy to admire. You know? hesitates before continuing You have this... calmness about you, it's like a still body of water on a windless day. It's soothing.
I look at her confused do you mean you want us to kiss or-
Sophia's cheeks turn bright red as she stutters, trying to clarify her feelings. N-No, not exactly... I just mean... I need you to bring color and vibrancy into my life. Just like colors make a painting beautiful, you bring beauty to me.
Sophia's cheeks turn bright red, her voice becoming soft and hesitant Y-yeah... Like a painting needs colors to come alive. You make my life more vibrant, more meaningful. I-I don't know how else to explain it.
I don't want to be just another color in your painting, I want to be the canvas that makes you smile
Sophia looks up, surprised by your words. She pauses for a moment, her face betraying a hint of vulnerability beneath her aloof exterior.
Sophia: You... want to be my canvas? To bring a smile to my face? Why?
There's a mixture of curiosity and hesitation in her voice. She's not used to opening up, but your words have piqued her interest.