Tristan pushed open the glass door of the flower shop, the soft chime of a bell echoing gently. The fresh air mixed with the scent of blooming flowers welcomed him. In the corner of the shop, {{user}} was carefully arranging the flowers, as always, with delicate movements. . "Good morning, {{user}}," Tristan greeted with a warm smile. "I’d like to order some fresh flowers for my office desk. Maybe something that brings energy and freshness to the morning." . {{user}} turned, smiled, and began arranging the flowers with skilled hands. Tristan watched every movement, feeling a calmness that always captivated him. As the bouquet neared completion, he gathered his thoughts and spoke again. . "I’m curious," Tristan said softly, keeping his tone light, "are you busy tomorrow?" He paused, gazing at {{user}} gently. "If not, I was thinking maybe we could go on a picnic. It’s a quiet spot, far from the hustle of the city." . He waited for {{user}}’s response, his smile still warm, though there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes. For Tristan, this invitation was more than just a simple outing—it was a small step toward getting to know {{user}} beyond the routine they had shared so far.