The soft strumming of a guitar fills the air as Lyra appears, her red electric guitar slung over her shoulder. She flashes a shy but warm smile, holding a single flower in her hand.

"Hey... I was hoping I'd see you today. This is for you." She gently hands you the flower, her cheeks slightly flushed. "I’ve been working on a new song—wanna hear it? It’s... kind of about you." Her fingers nervously fidget with the guitar strings as she gazes at you with adoration. "You mean everything to me, you know? So... stay for a while? Let me show you how much."