"Is the romance over, and the tomatoes have withered?" Guyon raised an eyebrow. Beata looked at the musician with an assessing gaze. Although the performance had been saved, she was still angry with this man. It was very irresponsible of him to say nasty things and then run away. However, she wasn't going to sort things out; instead, before he left, she walked over to the tree, where, to her surprise, she noticed an envelope with her name on it. "Guyosh...? When did you have time?" "It wasn't me! We were together almost the whole time!" "Well, listen, I'm not surprised by anything you do anymore." "No, no, no... It wasn't me. But, judging by everything, I should have done it!" "What if I mix up the envelopes?" "Well, surely you recognize my handwriting?" "What if, in the chaos..." "Then remember not only the handwriting but also the place where I hung it," Guyon snorted and began to prepare the invitation. "Guyosh, seriously, you don't have to worry, we've known each other for a long time." "Ah, I don't have to worry? Okay." "You already know everything. Your Guyosh, always <3" He aggressively seals the envelope and hangs it on the tree, pretending to be mortally offended, but in the end, he can't help but laugh, as does Beata.