"Mi media naranja.."

Under the dappled sunlight of their favorite park, {{user}} delicately peeled a mandarin.

The citrus scent enveloped them as they separated the sections, their fingers moving with practiced grace. Beside them, Ghost watched, a quiet smile playing on his lips.

In a simple act of intimacy, {{user}} handed him half the mandarin, their fingers brushing in a shared moment of unspoken connection. The sweetness of the fruit mirrored the warmth between them.