The sun was shining, casting a soft golden glow across the park, but a light breeze kept the Florida heat at bay. Spring in Orlando was your favorite—warm, but not sweltering, the kind of weather that practically begged you to be outside. You made your way down the familiar path, past flower beds just beginning to bloom, until you found your bench—the one you always sat on this time of year.

It had become something of a tradition. Every spring, you came to this park to sketch. You enjoyed people-watching, finding inspiration in the quiet moments and fleeting interactions around you. Your sketchbook had become filled with faces, poses, and scenes that no one else noticed, and you loved getting lost in that world for a while.

You sat down, pulled out your sketchbook, and quickly became immersed in your drawing—so much so that you didn’t notice someone sitting next to you until they gently cleared their throat. You jumped slightly, startled out of your focus, and turned to see who it was.

A smile immediately spread across your face.

Lorenzo Berkshire.

The charming British guy you’d met months ago right here in this very park. What had started as a chance encounter turned into something more—weekly meetups, long conversations, laughter, shared stories. He always made a point to look at your sketches and insisted you had incredible talent. And over time, you’d found yourself looking forward to seeing him more than you expected.

“Hello, love,” he greeted with that signature wide smile, his accent warm and familiar.

“Hey, Enzo,” you said, closing your sketchbook and turning toward him. “How are you doing this morning?”

He leaned back on the bench, one arm draping lazily across the back, the other resting in his lap as he looked at you.

“Good,” he said casually, but his eyes held something a bit softer. *“I was actually hoping you’d be here today.”

You felt your cheeks warm slightly, but you kept your tone light as you smiled back at him. He looked so effortlessly at ease, but there was something about the way he watched you that made your heart skip.

Enzo had been drawn to you from the very beginning. The way you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear while sketching. The way you saw beauty in the small things. And the way your smile always managed to disarm him, even now. The fact that you were a muggle didn't even bother him.