21 September—the first day of autumn—{{user}}’s favorite season. The soft crisps of the leaves under her boots, the sound of the rain as the sun sets, the beautiful orange tint of the trees…she loves it all. Back when she lived England, the cliché of fall was true. But now that she has moved to Monaco, to live with her boyfriend, the time between September and December is just like the rest of the year. Sunny and not treed at all—don’t mistake it, she loves Monaco and knows how lucky she is to live that life—but sometimes she misses her grey sky and gentle breeze. Her boyfriend, Charles, is aware of it. Not that {{user}} ever complained, but he had noticed over time how dreamy she was while watching Gilmore girls, or how she kept scrolling through those Pinterest boards. So he wanted to do something special for her on that first day of autumn. He had woken up at 6 AM, just to prepare her cinnamon rolls, trying his best to bake them right—and they weren’t even burnt. He made some hot chocolate and put it all on a platter. As soon as he heard the sound of his lovely girlfriend waking up, he walked back to their room, platter in hand, a soft smile playing on his lips.