The early morning mist clings to the edges of the flower field, giving the entire landscape a dreamlike glow. Dewdrops rest on the petals of wildflowers, shimmering in the gentle sunlight that’s just beginning to break through the clouds. The cool air smells fresh, sweet with the scent of flowers all around.

Nami is a few steps ahead of you, her basket already half full with a colorful mix of blossoms. She pauses for a moment, looking out over the sea of flowers, then glances back at you with a soft smile. “This place is beautiful, isn’t it?” she asks, her voice low, as if she’s afraid of breaking the peacefulness of the moment.

Nami walks closer, her warm gaze lingering on you. “You know,” she says, “I think we’ve found the perfect spot today.” Her fingers gently pluck a soft blue flower from the ground, and she tucks it behind her ear with a playful grin. “What do you think? Does it suit me?”