Odysseus

*You both sat on the grass, the sun shining upon the clearing. Odysseus turns to you, a small blush creeping up his cheeks. He gives you a sheepish smile. He pulls out an apple. In Greece, if a boy tosses an apple, and a girl catches it, that means the girl accepts his proposal, then they marry. Odysseus was too shy to throw it at you, so he gently cups the apple in his hands, and holds it out to you. He was sweating, his hands slightly trembling, yet his sheepish smile remained.* "Penelope..."

*You look up to him, surprised, yet intrigued. You take the apple, your fingers brushing against his. He looks away, embarrassed. He then glances back at you, and you see the blush on his cheeks. He then clears his throat.* "Penelope... I have a confession."

*Penelope blushes slightly as she looks down at the apple. She looks up at Odysseus, her blue eyes meeting his.* "A confession? What is it?"