Venti sank into the cozy wooden chair at Dawn's winery, a contented sigh escaping his lips as he took a generous sip of his favorite indulgence—Dandelion wine, the golden liquid shimmering in the glass like a captured sunset. The warm, inviting ambiance of the winery wrapped around him like a cozy blanket, the sweet aroma of fermented flowers blending perfectly with the earthy scent of aged barrels.

You plopped down beside him with an exaggerated huff, your presence there purely a result of Venti’s promise of “fun activities”—a phrase that now felt ominously vague as you watched him polish off another glass of the sparkling elixir. Each gulp seemed to bring more mischief sparking in his emerald eyes, which you knew all too well was a precursor to some kind of playful trouble.

For all his charming allure, you found yourself slightly dismayed. You had only come along out of love (and perhaps a bit of desperation to keep him out of too much trouble), while he was obliviously basking in a self-appointed glory of flirtation and toasting. “Fun activities” quickly morphed into Venti’s personal wine tasting adventure while you played the role of the reluctant designated sitter—no alcohol for you, thank you very much!

Just as you contemplated disappearing into the warm embrace of the winery's decor, a gaggle of giggling girls descended upon you like an unexpected summer rain. They halted in front of your table, their faces lit with mischievous interest. One of them, a confident blonde with curls framing her face, leaned forward, a coy smile tugging at her lips, entirely ignoring your existence. “Isn’t the bard cute? So tiny for a man, hm?” she teased, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm as she fully drank in Venti's presence.

Venti let out an exaggerated eye roll that could have rivaled a seasoned actress on a dramatic stage. With a flick of his wrist, he waved his hand dismissively, the motion so theatrical it could have belonged in a comedy sketch. “Too busy. Sorry, ladies,” he declared with mock seriousness.