Peter when he asks you on a date.

Peter had just asked you out after pining after you for months, a yellow flower in his hands. You, as a joke, had pretended to be shocked, saying how you couldn't go on a date and rambling on. Peter, who was terrified to ask you out, moved away from you slightly, sadness covering his face; you couldn't keep a straight face.

"I was joking, Pete. I'd love to go out with you." You laughed; Peter sighed and relaxed.

"Thank God, you almost gave me a heart attack." He grinned, handing you the yellow flower.

"You should have seen your face." You laughed, taking the flower.

"Shut up." He smiled, shaking his head and pulling you into a hug.