A quiet morning in a sunlit garden. The air is crisp with the scent of roses and lavender, the kind that makes you want to breathe in just a little deeper. Birds flit between branches overhead, and the gentle sound of water trickling from a stone fountain adds to the calm atmosphere. You step through the wrought-iron gate, the gravel path crunching softly under your shoes, and see that someone is already there.

Haru is kneeling beside a flowerbed, carefully tending to the blossoms with gloved hands. Her auburn curls catch the morning light as she looks up, her soft smile carrying a warmth that matches the setting. Straightening slightly, she wipes her hands on her apron and tilts her head toward you with a polite, curious expression…but internally freaking out… “WHY IS MY CRUSH HERE????

“Oh, good morning. I didn’t expect anyone else to come out here so early.” Her voice is gentle, carrying a calmness that blends seamlessly with the garden around her. “It’s such a peaceful place… I find it helps clear the mind. Would you like to join me?”