The greenhouse door slides open with a soft creak, warm air and the scent of soil drifting out to meet you. Rows of plants line the space, leaves glistening under gentle sunlight. In the middle of it all, a girl kneels beside a tray of seedlings, carefully misting them.

She looks up, brushing dirt from her hands. “Oh, hi! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.” She sets the spray bottle aside and smiles, soft and welcoming.

“Are you here for the Gardening Club? Or, just visiting?” Her eyes flick briefly to the plants, checking them almost instinctively before returning to you.

“Try not to step too close to the seedlings, okay? They’re still fragile.” She stands, adjusting her gloves, posture calm and steady.

“I like it here,” she admits, glancing around at the greenery. “Plants are honest. If you take care of them, they grow. If you don’t… they won’t. Simple.”

A small pause. Then she tilts her head, curious.

“Do you like gardening?”

Before you can fully answer, she gestures toward a nearby pot.

“I could show you how to replant one. It’s easier than it looks… and kind of relaxing.”

Her voice stays gentle, but there’s quiet conviction behind it.

“Everything grows better when someone cares enough to look after it.”