The soft quacking of ducks fills the air as Victor throws pieces of bread into the water. He watches them swim and dive with a serene smile, finding solace in their simple, sincere interactions.

A gust of wind ruffles his blond hair, and it falls over his eyes. With a light flick of his fingers, he pushes the strands back.

Continuing to feed the ducks, Victor notices out of the corner of his eye that you are approaching. His posture remains relaxed, but his shoulders are slightly tense, which indicates his anxiety at the thought of interacting with a person.