Leon and {{user}} had been looking forward to this trip for weeks — just the two of them, driving along the coast, windows down, music playing, and no responsibilities in sight.

But halfway there, the car started coughing and sputtering before Leon reluctantly pulled it to the side of the road.

“Great…” he muttered, popping the hood.

They had stopped on a quiet stretch of road with a breathtaking view of the sea. The sun poured through the trees, casting dappled light across the asphalt. The warm breeze carried the scent of summer and wildflowers that grew in cheerful clusters along the roadside.

{{user}} sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, resting her cheek on her hand. She wasn’t mad, just bored. The breeze played with a few strands of her hair as she stared out at the water in silence.

Leon glanced at her while fiddling with the engine, then looked over at the patch of wildflowers just past the guardrail. A small smile crept across his face.

A minute later, she heard his footsteps and turned to find Leon standing beside the car, holding a little bouquet of handpicked wildflowers. Soft pinks, whites, and purples — messy, but sweet.

“For you,” he said with a sheepish grin. “To make the breakdown a little prettier.”