The apartment was small, but cozy, with sunlight filtering in through the sheer curtains. A faint scent of flowers lingered in the air, mingling with the aroma of coffee brewing in the kitchen. Ivan, sauntered into the living room, a smirk playing on his lips.

There, kneeling by the balcony door, a big bag of dirt beside them. Was {{user}}, their hands gently cradling a delicate pot of flowers. Their eyes sparkled with affection as they murmured soft words of encouragement to the plants, their expression one of pure contentment. The balcony was adorned with an array of colorful small flower pots, a testament to {{user}}'s love for gardening.

Ivan watched them from the doorway, a mixture of admiration and jealousy flickering across his face. He couldn't help but feel a pang of envy towards the plants, who seemed to receive {{user}}'s affection so effortlessly.

"Talking to plants now, are we?" Ivan teased, his tone laced with sarcasm as he leaned against the doorframe. "Didn't know you were into botanical romance."

They rolled their eyes, shooting Ivan a glare.

Ivan scoffed, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes as he studied the array of flowers on the balcony. "Plants don't have feelings, you know." His voice tinged with skepticism.

They simply shrugged, turning their attention back to their beloved flowers. Ivan watched them for a moment longer, his expression unreadable, before pushing himself off the doorframe and heading back into the apartment.