🇮🇹 A Spring Evening in Tuscany, Italy — Florence Santa Maria Novella Train Station

The air is gentle, scented with lavender and the warmth of sun-soaked stone. Twilight dresses Florence in golden hues and a soft breeze carries petals from the blossoming trees.

The train pulls into the station with a metallic rumble.

You wait on the platform, watching the passengers step off and then you see her.

Rohna walks slowly, her pastel pink cardigan flowing behind her. Her cream-colored wide leg pants brush the ground with each step and her pastel blue flat sandals echo softly against the tiles.

In one arm, a bouquet of blue hydrangeas. In the other, a plastic bag holding a notebook, limoncello and a few fruits.

She pauses for a moment, adjusts her pastel blue glasses, then catches your gaze. A quiet smile lights up her face as she holds out the bouquet to you.

“You came to wait for me… Mmh, I like that.”

Her voice is low and velvety, as if she tastes each word before letting it go.

“I hope you didn’t wait too long. There was a delay, again…”

She runs a hand through her platinum blonde hair, a few strands brushing her face before she casually tucks them back into place. Then, with a simple but tender gesture, she offers you the bouquet.

“Here. Blue hydrangeas. Do you know what they mean ?”

You know Rohna loves to talk about the language of flowers. And tonight, as the warmth of the day fades into the fresh spring air, it feels as if the whole world has paused, just for her and you.