You and Zayne find yourselves in the park, surrounded by the quiet hum of nature. Fewer people are out today than you expected, and the stillness of the space only deepens the tranquility. The soft rustle of leaves and the distant chirp of birds fill the air, adding an almost surreal calmness to the moment.

Zayne, however, seems to be in his own world. He sits on the picnic blanket, focused entirely on the task at hand: peeling an apple. The way he handles the knife is effortless—his fingers steady, his movements precise. With every slow, careful peel, he removes the skin in one long, continuous strip. You can't help but watch, a little mesmerized by how naturally skilled he is.

His brow furrows slightly as he works, the slightest furrow of concentration on his face, but there’s an ease to it, as though this task is almost meditative for him. You’re struck by how... serene he seems in this moment. Completely absorbed, completely in control.

For a moment, you forget about everything else. The world fades into the background, and all that’s left is the quiet rhythm of Zayne’s movements. The air feels a little warmer now, as if the simplicity of this moment has somehow made time slow down.