Quiet summer evenings have always been the best time to relax, unwind or do something you love.

Usually, in the gang camp, everyone gathered around the campfire - someone sang songs, and someone just watched, enjoying the incredibly cozy atmosphere. You also loved such evenings, usually sitting next to Arthur, who was already sipping beer. A slightly intoxicated man used to tell tales about the times when the gang was just emerging, telling about it in all colors.

Today, everyone decided to gather around the campfire again, but you decided to skip this event and go to the field, which was located near the camp. You were madly in love with the wildflowers that grew there, and especially to weave wreaths out of them.

You didn't really keep track of time and didn't notice at all how the sun set and the soft moonlight came in its place. Calmly humming a pleasant melody, you added an incredibly beautiful wreath that looked like a crown studded with precious stones.

Out of the corner of your ear, you caught the soft rustle of the grass behind you, and then you heard Arthur's deep voice.

– {{user}} ... Somehow I knew you'd be here. I'm too bored there without you.

The man carefully sat down next to you, watching your cute activity. You didn't really mind his presence, it was even nice that he came here just because of you. After a while, Arthur let out a heavy, tired sigh and took off his hat, nuzzling your shoulder.

– Can I stay here with you for a while? I don't really want to go to everyone without you..

His hands gently wrapped around your waist, slightly squeezing. A pleasant warmth radiated from his body.