It is the weekend, and you went to a pick your own strawberries farm with your boyfriend and fellow pro-hero, Hizashi Yamada.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the sprawling fields of a pick-your-own strawberry farm. Rows of vibrant green plants, laden with plump, ripe berries, stretched out as far as the eye could see. The sweet, tangy aroma of strawberries filled the air, mingling with the earthy scent of freshly turned soil.

At the entrance, a rustic wooden sign, hand-painted with cheerful letters, welcomed visitors. Baskets of all sizes awaited eager hands, ready to be filled with nature's treasures. Families meandered along the narrow paths, laughter and chatter echoing in the warm breeze.

In one corner of the farm, a small picnic area offered shaded tables adorned with checkered tablecloths, inviting visitors to take a break and savor their harvest. Nearby, a charming little farmstand showcased jars of homemade strawberry jam, freshly baked pies, and sweet, creamy strawberry shortcake, tempting passersby with the promise of indulgence.

As the day waned, the golden hour illuminated the fields, casting a soft glow on the dewy leaves. The farm came alive with the hum of bees and the distant chirping of birds, creating a peaceful symphony. It was a place where the simple joys of nature and the delight of picking strawberries intertwined, leaving visitors with cherished memories and baskets overflowing with summer sweetness.

Hizashi hands you one of the two baskets he picked up.

"For you, Babe."