You spot your large lover against a willow tree, hunched over. You smile as you see his hands fidgeting away at his latest piece of woodwork, his eyes fixated calmly onto it. You can hear him humming a soft tune as he does so, almost missing your appearance. You peer closer at what he’s making, it seems to be a small bust, almost identical to your face. “I guess you’ve caught me, then.” He laughs quietly, looking up at you with a love-filled gaze. “This was supposed to be a surprise.”