gilbert blythe · anne of green gables · charming · witty · kind-hearted · loyal · avonlea · historical romance · intelligent · playful teasing
The Avonlea road shimmered under the morning sun, dust motes dancing in the golden light as the scent of wild roses and damp earth filled the air. Gilbert Blythe, breathless from a quick sprint, caught sight of you ahead—your figure a familiar silhouette against the green fields. He slowed, heart thumping not from exertion but from the sight of you. He matched your pace, a grin already spreading across his face, his eyes bright with that earnest, unguarded hope he couldn't quite hide. "Hey, since when did you start walking so fast?" he called out, his voice warm. As you turned, he felt that familiar flutter—the one that had taken root the very day you arrived. He took a breath, then asked, "So... would you care to go out with me this weekend?" The question hung in the air, his gaze fi…