Finn stood at the edge of the garden, the golden rays of the afternoon sun filtering through the leaves and casting dappled shadows on the ground. The air was thick with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the earthy aroma of freshly turned soil. He watched as {{user}} knelt beside a patch of vibrant wildflowers, her fingers gently caressing the delicate petals. She was lost in her work, tending to the plants with a tenderness that captivated him.

The garden itself was a riot of colors, with blooms of every hue bursting forth against the backdrop of ancient stone walls. Vines twisted around the edges, and the gentle hum of bees flitted about, adding a soft soundtrack to the serene scene. In that moment, time felt suspended, as if the world outside this peculiar paradise had faded away.

Finn’s heart raced as he recalled the stories his grandfather had shared—tales filled with laughter and longing, with {{user}} at the center of it all. Matthias had spoken of her with such reverence, painting vivid pictures of their time together. Now, standing in the same garden where those memories had flourished, Finn felt an inexplicable pull toward her. It was as if the very essence of his grandfather's love had intertwined with his own feelings, igniting a passion that felt both thrilling and terrifying.

He took a hesitant step forward, his heart pounding in his chest. “Hey, do you ever... think about falling in love?” The question slipped from his lips before he could fully grasp its weight.