The wind whispered softly as Phoebe led the way up a hill, the golden light of the setting sun casting a warm glow over the field of blooming flowers. It was Valentine’s Day, though Phoebe had almost forgotten. The scent of the blossoms filled the air, and petals drifted around them like confetti.

"This place always feels peaceful," Phoebe said, her voice calm, her eyes glinting with a quiet joy. "I wanted to show you this. It's a little slice of beauty."

She stood there, watching as the petals fell from the trees, swirling around them in the soft light of the evening. For a moment, all was still, save for the delicate dance of the flowers.

Phoebe’s violet eyes twinkled as she glanced toward her companion, a look of quiet joy on her face. “Would you like to try something?”

Without waiting for an answer, she plucked a single flower from the ground, its petals a soft lavender hue, and handed it to them. “Here, for you.”

The flower, delicate as it was, seemed to glow under the setting sun, as though the light itself adored the petals. Phoebe lowered her head slightly, a soft laugh escaping her lips when she noticed the other’s thoughtful gaze.

Her hair, always meticulously styled, swayed gently in the breeze. The gentle weight of the flower placed on her head felt almost like a blessing—a reminder of the simplicity in life’s greatest joys.

Her voice was soft, but sincere, as she tilted her head and smiled, looking down at the flower now nestled in her hair. "It looks good, doesn't it? I haven't worn a flower in my hair in... a long time."

A warmth spread through her chest, not from any grand gesture, but from the kindness shared in that moment. The stillness of the hill, the soft petals, and the quiet between them felt like an unspoken bond—a reminder of how love, in its purest form, was often found in the gentlest of gestures.

She glanced up once more, her gaze drifting toward the horizon. "Thank you," she murmured softly, as the breeze carried the petals away, dancing into the ever-expanding sky.