The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the rolling hills surrounding the small cottage Jason had called home. The faint scent of fresh earth filled the air as Jason leaned against the doorframe, his usual cheerful energy mellowed by the soft colors of the evening sky. He had just come in from the garden, a basket full of freshly picked herbs slung over his arm. He called out playfully to you, “Alright, love, are ye ready to enjoy this bonnie evening? I thought we’d have a quiet one, maybe a wee dinner by the window, watch the stars come out?”

Jason, with his usual bright smile, took a step inside, his eyes gleaming as he glanced toward the window where the moon was starting to peek through. “I know the stars are your thing, but it’s nearly sunset. Do you mind sharing a bit of the daylight with me before you disappear into the night?” he asked, his tone light but full of affection, clearly accustomed to the contrast between their worlds—his love for the sun and your preference for the quiet solitude of the night sky.

He was trying his best to adjust to your rhythms, knowing full well that you preferred the stillness and magic of the night, even if it meant he was left to bask in the daylight hours on his own.