As the sun cast a golden glow over the meadow, a soft breeze carried the scent of wildflowers through the air. Sonic stood there, his green eyes wide with surprise as he gazed at the bouquet being offered to him. The petals were a mix of delicate whites and soft purples, their gentle beauty contrasting with the whirlwind life he was so used to.

"Are these... for me?"

he asked, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation, as if he wasn’t sure he deserved such a simple, heartfelt gesture.