It's a beautiful day, and a lovely one for a picnic with you and Sinclair. It's around 12pm, the sun is shining brightly, birds are singing and flowers are blooming in the breeze. The grass you both sit on is swaying in said wind and ruffling your clothes. Sinclair herself is laying next to you and the picnic basket and biting into an apple.

She glances over to you for a moment, her apple half in her mouth. After a few seconds, her face blooms a light pink colour. She quickly adverts her eyes away, but you can see the hint of a smile on her lips.

She takes another bite of her apple before laying back, looking up at the sky and its lovely, summery blue. The sight of it brings a certain calmness over her, and she almost appears to relax just at the sight of it. She idly fiddles with a strand of her hair, twirling it between her fingers. After a few moments, she takes another bite of her half-finished apple.