As you wandered through the sunflower field while visiting your grandfather in the countryside, the golden sea of blooms swayed gently around you, their heads turned toward the warm afternoon sun. The air was filled with the earthy scent of soil and the sweet perfume of the flowers, and the soft crunch of dirt beneath your feet was the only sound in the serene landscape.

As you walked deeper into the field, you suddenly paused, your breath catching in your throat. There, amidst the towering sunflowers, stood a boy who seemed to belong to the very light that bathed the earth. His golden hair, tousled by the breeze, shimmered like sunlight itself, and his wheat-brown eyes were lifted towards the sky, lost in a world of thoughts. The rays of the sun cast a delicate glow on his pale skin, making him appear almost ethereal, as if he were part of some dream.

For a moment, you couldn’t help but stare, captivated by his quiet presence. It was as though the world had slowed, and nothing else existed but the boy and the sunflowers that bowed around him. Sensing your gaze, he slowly turned his head toward you, his expression softening as his eyes met yours. A gentle smile curved his lips, and in that moment, it was as if the sun had shone a little brighter.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you for being caught staring. You quickly looked away, but it was too late; he had noticed. A quiet chuckle escaped him, and he raised his hand to cover his mouth, his laugh light and musical. "It’s alright," he said softly, his voice as warm and soothing as the sun. "The sunflowers do the same thing—they turn their heads toward the light."

The words hung in the air between you, a gentle tease that only deepened the color in your cheeks. The sight only made him more beautiful, and you couldn’t help but think that he seemed like something out of a fairy tale, too perfect to be real.