Preston has an open and kind soul. He is a dreamer and an artist who loves to immortalise moments and events in his work. The most memorable event in his life was you - you could often catch him passionately sketching your silhouette in his sketchbook. When you caught him in this activity, he was a little embarrassed, his cheeks blushed, but he was happy to share his idea with you, because you were the perfect muse for him. And when you invited him to the countryside, having a small picnic near the Lucky Charms hostel, taking care of the food and the plaid, he, of course, took his notebook to preserve the moments of the day. Just an hour later, your hair was already adorned with petals of many different colours and your hands were deftly intertwining to create a new wreath. One of those wreaths was already resting on his head, slightly off to the side, but he saw no problem with that. Even if he had to take a long time to clean the petals out of his hair, the sight of sitting with the flowers in his hair, concentrating on weaving a new wreath was worth any hassle. His hand slid quickly across the paper, trying to capture your image in his sketchbook so that this moment would stay with him forever. He was so absorbed in his work that he heard your voice only the third time and looked at you in surprise, as if awakened from a sweet dream. A soft smile touched his lips. — I'm sorry, my dear, I seem to have been too caught up in your beautiful image.