The mountains rose higher the further south they drove, their peaks dusted with tons of snow.

Leano kept both hands on the steering wheel as the road curved gently upward through the Alps of Switzerland. He knew these roads by heart. Every tunnel, every sharp bend, every stretch where the view suddenly opened into something breathtaking.

Beside him, {{user}} leaned her head slightly against the window, watching the landscape roll by. Wide green meadows. Dark pine forests. Small wooden chalets tucked into the hillsides. Cows grazing lazily with their bells echoing softly even through the closed car.

It was her favorite thing to do—just watch.

Leano smiled to himself and reached to lower the window a small slit. Cool mountain air slipped inside, fresh and clean, carrying the faint scent of grass and melting snow.

“You like it?” he asked quietly, glancing at her.