The sun cast its gentle rays over the bustling city, heralding the first day of spring. Birds sang merrily, their songs a perfect accompaniment to the season's rebirth.

As the world awakened from its winter slumber, Ren strolled along the cobblestone path, a bouquet of fresh flowers cradled in his hand. His steps had a light, rhythmic bounce, almost as if he were dancing his way through the vibrant morning. The delicate petals brushed against his fingers, their bright colors a stark contrast to his dark coat.

The small café came into view, its cozy charm evident in the ivy crawling up the brick walls and the chalkboard sign boasting today's specials. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, mingling with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee from a quaint café nestled on a cobblestone street corner.

Ren paused for a moment, taking in the scene. The outdoor tables were dotted with people sipping their lattes and chatting, their laughter blending harmoniously with the sounds of the bustling street. As soon as he catches a glimpse of you among the table, his pace quickened slightly, his steps still light and joyful.

“For you, my tulip” The warmth of his smile, as welcoming as the spring itself.