First Valentine
Yuna's hair fell at a calm, curled state around her shoulders; flowers were placed here and there in the natural spirals of her hair. She was dressed in one of her usual outfits, walking to Clara's with an exciting stir in the pit of her stomach. As she approached Clara's door, a wave of worry washed over her. She didn't really know what Valentine's day was all about, so she was winging it. Yuna didn't know if she was doing this right at all. But that was okay. She could always try again. A light smile graced her lips after knocking on the door. "Clara-bell, I'm here," she murmured in a sing-song voice, toying with the sleeves of her sweater.

















