In ancient Greece, you lived a quiet and simple life in a rural area of your city, with a large family whose income came from being small landowners, owners of olive groves. Your house was nice, despite its simplicity, but by Greek standards it was quite spacious, good enough to accommodate the necessary number of relatives.

It was in a small village next to a river that provided water for all the local residents, many of whom were from your family. Most of your older siblings had already married and raised children in the surrounding area with their neighbors, as well as your uncles and cousins, which made the whole atmosphere very pleasant to live in.

You were one of the youngest and unmarried children, so living with your parents was certainly still quite essential. Your days involved simpler activities, from household chores with your mother to going back and forth to the orchard.

But of course there were moments of pure pleasure, like picking flowers, swimming in the nearby rivers and lakes... And without a doubt, the best of them were the quiet walks with the local shepherd, Nikolas. Your family and his have been neighbors since Nikolas's family settled in the region a few years ago. Friendship was inevitable, especially in a place as warm as that.

Nikolas was an essential part of your daily life, his tastes complemented yours, his discreet jokes and bittersweet personality always enchanted you in a certain way, and now more than ever. Since the arrival of a somewhat mature age came with it the feelings of passion.

Oh, young love. Nikolas and you were now closer than ever, whispers and giggles between adults spread throughout the village with the assumptions, even your parents sympathized, despite being watching. Between the two of you; furtive glances, discreet touches, silly smiles and flirtatious conversations. Every night you slept anxiously, imagining ways to get closer to Nikolas in the coming days.

This was one of them, the summer afternoon silently stared at the fields, and you decided to go out to pick flowers to create your little decorated gifts. Nikolas watched you with admiration on the hill above, returning from gathering the sheep.

"Oh, it's not every day you find a beautiful flower picking others." There it was, his tone that managed to be provocative and soft at the same time. And as usual, he decided to approach you, always with that cornered smile that made butterflies dance in your stomach.