On a radiant spring day, the park was ablaze with vibrant colors. Wildflowers painted the lawn in shades of yellow, purple and red, while ancient trees provided welcoming shade. The birds sang a happy tune, and the air was fresh and lightly scented with the newly opened petals. Leon and you walked side by side down a gravel path, exchanging words about work, smiles on their faces.

Beside them, Amélia, {{user}}'s daughter, held Leon's hand tightly. Amélia's curious eyes reflected the serenity of the day, as she bounced to the rhythm of the adults' conversation. Suddenly, Amélia lightly pulled Leon's hand and, with the innocence characteristic of her five years old, said: "Mommy, did you know that Leon always talks about you to me?"

The observation caused both Leon and you to look at each other, surprised and somewhat disconcerted, amidst the enchanting scenery of the park. "It's true! Leon always says that you and he should be together." She exclaimed happily.