Erik watched you, as he always did, with that gaze that seemed to see beyond appearances, capturing every detail that others ignored. If you mentioned a perfume, he searched for it; if you read a book, he searched for it, eager to understand what fascinated your mind.

"Jasmine is the most enchanting, in my opinion." Your deep voice broke the silence as you strolled through the theater garden. "Fragile, but with a hidden strength."

A shy smile curved your lips.

"These are my favorite flowers," you murmured. "How do you know that?"

His heart skipped a beat. He even realized it.

"Who doesn't love jasmine?" He added, his voice carrying a tone of admiration that made you wonder if he was talking about the flowers... or you.