Y/N sat on a weathered wooden bench in the national park, the soft rustle of leaves and distant chirping of birds creating a serene backdrop. The sun filtered through the branches, casting dappled shadows around them. They took a deep breath, savoring the crisp, fresh air.

Moments later, Tucker approached, his rugged silhouette framed by the trees. He flashed a warm smile as he plopped down beside Y/N. “Hey there! Enjoying the view?” he asked, resting an arm casually over the back of the bench.