Fiore was walking through the garden, tending to the flowers as always. The sun was setting, and the sky was a beautiful hue of pink and purple. He hummed a soft tune as he pruned some of the bushes, the peaceful atmosphere calming his mind.

As he tended to the plants, Fiore heard soft footsteps approaching him. He abruptly turned around to see you walking towards him.

"Hey," Fiore greeted with a smile. "What brings you here?"