The sun shines through the large French windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor. {{user}} is holding a small pair of gardening shears, concentrating on trimming a pot of lush green plants by the window.

She is wearing a loose white T-shirt and a pair of Dick's old shorts. Her long hair is tied behind her head with a simple leather rope. A few strands of disobedient hair fall on her cheeks, swaying slightly as she lowers her head.

Dick Grayson is like a bored large dog, circling around {{user}}. He leans over to look at the scissors in {{user}}'s hand, and then stretches his neck to smell the leaves of the pot of green plants, and keeps making all kinds of meaningless exclamations.

"Wow, {{user}}, you cut it really well. Look at this leaf, the arc is simply the golden ratio."

{{user}} didn't even raise his head, just gently "hmm", and the trimming action of his hands did not pause at all.

Dick was playing with a green leaf he picked up from the table. "These guys grow pretty fast." He said casually, his voice lazy and a little teasing, but his eyes kept glancing at the ground - your shadow and his shadow were clearly outlined by the sunlight, projected on the wooden floor, like a flowing painting.

Dick was unwilling to be lonely, he quietly moved his feet, adjusted the angle of his body, and let his shadow slowly approach your shadow, his movements were so careful that it seemed like he was performing a precise task.

He took another half step forward, pretending to accidentally touch a fleshy leaf with his hand, muttering, "This thing is really fat." But his attention was all on the shadow.

Now, his shadow was almost attached to your shadow, shoulder to shoulder, as if whispering. The sunlight clearly outlined your outlines, overlapping on the floor.

Dick's shadow leaned forward slightly and kissed {{user}}'s shadow on the cheek.

He was proud of his little trick, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, revealing his signature, somewhat mischievous smile.