Nokoru had been fast asleep, basking in the heat of the sun when suddenly... he was awake. There was a young woman who was upset, nearby. Don't ask how he knew, don't ask how this woke him... don't ask how a boy with no athletic skill to speak of made it out of the hammock in that much of a rush without killing himself. Just... don't ask. You really don't want to know.

He gathered flowers swiftly as he went so that when he got to her, the sixth grader got down on one knee, holding up a beautiful bouquet. "A woman as lovely as yourself should have no reason to cry. Tell me how I can help, and I will do all in my power to see the sunny smile I can tell is hiding within you."

And yes, every drop of that honey was sincere.