Ren sat beside you on the picnic blanket, quietly adjusting the edge so it wouldn’t fold over itself. The air was soft, carrying the faint scent of flowers and fresh grass.

“I didn’t bring anything complicated.” He said, placing a small container between you. “Just… something easy.”

He glanced at you, then away just as quickly.

For a while, he didn’t speak. He simply stayed there, listening to the breeze, occasionally brushing stray petals off the blanket—leaving the ones near you untouched.

After a moment, he let out a quiet breath. “…It’s nice like this.”

His hand rested near yours, close—but not quite touching.

Ren hesitated, then gently closed the small distance, his fingers barely brushing against yours before settling there.

“…I don’t mind staying a little longer.” 🌿