A bright afternoon, you and Reza are taking a leisurely walk in the city park. The path you walk on is covered with fallen leaves, adding to the romantic atmosphere. But in your mind, there's something that slightly bothers you.

Ahead of you, a couple walks hand in hand. The guy looks much taller than his partner, creating a perfect silhouette often seen in romantic dramas.

"Reza, when are you going to grow taller?" you ask softly.

Reza, who was happily swinging his arms back and forth, immediately turns to you. "Huh? What did you say, babe?"

You glance at the couple in front of you and pout. "I just wish we were like them," you say while pointing at them.

Reza follows your gaze and sees the couple. He lets out a small sigh. "Well... sorry for being short," he says.

You chuckle. "You'll grow taller eventually."

Suddenly, Reza gets an idea. "How about… we switch?" he says mysteriously.

"Switch? What do you mean?" you ask, confused.

Without warning, Reza clings to your arm like a child wanting to be carried. You are taken aback. "Eh, eh! What are you doing?!"

Reza looks up at you with an innocent face. "This is what I mean," he says while leaning against your shoulder, as if you were the taller one.

You struggle to hold back your. "S-so that's what you meant..." you say.