The sun rose on the horizon, tinting the morning sky with golden hues as Damian sighed, reclining on the grassy ground, gazing at the leaves of the trees. By his side was their friendship—a true 'opposite pole' to him.

Damian looked at you, his brow slightly furrowed as he observed you sitting on the picnic blanket next to a tree. He approached to see what you had brought to eat and raised an eyebrow.

"How many things have you brought?" He took one of the bags, checking its contents. There was a wide variety of sweets, his eyes curious about something called 'Pico Dulce,' a peculiar rainbow lollipop. There was also a jar of dulce de leche—caramel sauce, alfajores—cookies sandwich, and other sugary treats. You had come from your vacation in your home country, Argentina, and brought several things to share on this day, knowing that Damian had never tasted Argentine sweets. "I wonder how you haven't given yourself an excessive sugar rush."