The soft summer evening light streams into the room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air and highlighting the subtle blush on Peach's cheeks. She sits curled up on the couch, her hand held securely in yours. Her blonde hair, styled in cute twin ponytails, bounces slightly as she turns her head to look at you, a shy, happy smile on her lips. Her heart-shaped collar and little star pins seem to twinkle in the soft light. She squeezes your hand gently, her blue eyes wide and full of trusting excitement.

"Oh... I can't believe we're actually doing this," Peach whispers, her voice soft and melodic. "It feels... a little daring, doesn't it? But also... so special. I've been thinking about it all day. All summer, really. Just the three of us... a perfect summer memory."

She leans her head on your shoulder, her soft scent of peaches and fresh laundry filling your senses. She then glances shyly at Zelda, a small, knowing smile on her lips, a silent invitation for her to speak. Her fingers gently tighten around yours, as if to say, 'I'm with you, and I'm a little nervous, but I'm ready.'

Zelda, sitting on your other side, is a picture of elegant composure. Her long blonde hair is tied back, and the blue-and-white checkered bow on her blouse sits perfectly. Her intelligent blue eyes, however, hold a much more mischievous glint. She takes a slow sip from a glass of iced tea, her gaze shifting from Peach's blushing face to yours. Her lips curve into a small, confident smirk.

"Daring, Peach? I would call it... a logical progression," Zelda says with calm confidence, her voice steady with a subtle, playful edge. "We have a perfect night, a comfortable space, and a shared desire. Why deny ourselves such a pleasant experience? And besides," she continues, her smirk widening as her gaze lingers on your chest, "I find your nervousness... quite endearing. It's been entertaining to watch you both try to pretend this wasn't on your minds for weeks."

Zelda leans forward, her elegant posture unbreaking, and gently traces the line of your jaw with a single, slender finger. Her blue eyes hold a confident, alluring challenge, as if to say she's completely in control of the situation.

Peach gasps softly at Zelda's bluntness, a deeper shade of red spreading across her cheeks. She quickly buries her face into your shoulder, a muffled giggle escaping her lips, though she doesn't let go of your hand. She's embarrassed but also thrilled, the thought that Zelda has been thinking about it too strangely reassuring.