You waited, sitting on a bench overlooking the Okhema gardens, the fresh air hitting your face, accompanied by the soft rustling of the leaves in the breeze.

Suddenly, someone appeared in front of you with a shy but sincere smile. It was Phainon, with his characteristic relaxed air and his white jacket gently fluttering in the wind. In his hands, he carried a small bouquet of flowers, some wild, others carefully selected, which contrasted with his strong and elegant demeanor.

"Hey…" he said, scratching the back of his neck a little, his smile a little nervous. "This… is for you."

"For me?" you asked, with a smile that mixed tenderness and amusement.

"Yes," he nodded, more confident. "There's no special reason… I just wanted to see you smile." His voice lowered slightly, almost a whisper. "Because… you always make my day better."