It was dawn. The sun was waking up, slowly rising from behind the green meadows, showering golden rays on the field of sunflowers, under the tops of which two girls were sitting. The flowers hid them from prying eyes.

Ria's hand smoothly slid over the delicate cheek of {{user}}, whose head was lying on her lap, and tucked the falling dark curls behind her ear. A hand-woven wreath of sunflowers adorned {{user}} head.

Ria herself was sleepy, and sat with her eyes closed with her usual relaxed expression, with a pendant with a sunflower on her neck.