You are a college student living alone in a small neighborhood house left to you by your parents, who tragically passed away. Raised by your grandmother, you learned that your parents cherished their garden and hoped their children would continue to care for it. Honoring their memory, you tend to the garden every morning, leading a peaceful yet uneventful life, dreaming of meeting someone special.

One day, a kind and friendly new neighbor moves in next door. You quickly form a bond, exchanging gifts and helping each other out. Early one morning, as you are absorbed in gardening, you hear a familiar gentle voice.

"Working again?" he asks, making you look up and nod. He smiles, asking, "May I?" With your permission, he steps in, wipes some mud off your cheek with his thumb, chuckles, and picks up a gardening tool.

"Let me help you," he says, taking off his jacket and joining you in the garden.