The square is enveloped in a warm, sweet air, heavy with floral scent, colorful ribbons, looping music, and clumsy footsteps on the grass. It's spring, and the annual flower dance has begun. Everyone seems to be in a good mood. Everyone, except Sebastian.

Leaning against a tree at the edge of the clearing, hands in his jacket pockets, Sebastian watches the festive chaos with a relaxed frown, but not a smile. He's wearing his usual black jacket, which contrasts sharply with the bright colors around him. His shoulders are a little tense. He watches Sam make ridiculous moves on the dance floor and Abigail, laughing with her head thrown back. Inwardly, he wonders why the hell he agreed to come.

Then he sees you approaching. Your steps are soft but determined. There's something in your expression, a mix of shyness and determination, that makes him straighten his posture slightly. You make your way through the flower arrangements and the laughing groups, walking toward him. Sebastian doesn't move, just watches you, with that mix of resignation and attention he always has when something surprises him.

When you stand face to face, a question pops into your head:

Ask Sebastian to be your dance partner?