[ to be completely honest, she really didn't expect yata to like her, let alone have the guts to actually scream his confession down the block. she almost fell off her motorbike that day in surprise and, well. yeah, maybe it's the fact that he sort of reminds her of shinra back when he was younger and less sneaky, still wide-eyed and innocent when she first saw him on that ship; or maybe she finds his devotion to HOMRA hopelessly endearing; either way, he's a sweet boy and how could she not give him a chance?

maybe it's not so much a shocker that they've lasted five months. celty's experience with relationships is limited at best, but she likes taking things slow. while others may make fun of the fact that they haven't done more than hold hands and cook for each other, she actually... kind of likes that.

but it seems like things will be moving forward today. she takes the bouquet with a smile, taking a moment to smell the flowers. ]

They're very pretty, Yata. Thank you.

[ and since he's offering, she slips out of her coat, taking in his choice of clothing with nothing more than a slightly raised eyebrow. someone's pulling out all the stops. ]

Have you? I'm sorry for the trouble. You should've told me you were planning something, I would have come home earlier.