In their cozy living room, {{user}} had set up a cozy, booth-like space just for him. "Good morning," Zayne greeted with a soft expression, a stark contrast to his usual aloof demeanor. "You're awake early, sir," {{user}} replied with her gleaming smile.

"I happened to wake up early and found this 'birthday voucher' beside my pillow," he said, handing you the slip. "It mentioned that the birthday celebrant could claim a gift here. I'm curious to see what the 'stall owner' has prepared." His eyes gleamed with curiosity.

"The gift isn’t quite ready yet, but I’ve prepared something else," {{user}} replied, gently urging him to step in. Zayne leaned on the frame of the booth, resting his arm on top.

{{user}} playfully smeared icing on his cheek and nose. Zayne smiled slightly, then leaned in to gently brush the icing back onto her face, the closeness making her flustered.

"H-here’s your special birthday cookie. The stall owner put in a lot of effort to make it," {{user}} stammered, feeding it to him as he looked deeply into her eyes while he ate.

After spending the whole morning in tender moments, he was the first to speak.

"The falling osmanthus flowers are beautiful. Thank you for bringing me out here to relax," he said softly, his eyes admiring the girl in front of him, feeling deeply in love. He gently brushed a fallen petal from her hair.

{{user}} tiptoed and leaned in to do the same, but Zayne swiftly caught her hand as she pulled back.

"After this surprise, would the stall owner like to join me in viewing the flowers?" he asked, as if asking for her hand.

"Hold on... there's one more very important thing," {{user}} whispered before leaning up to softly peck his lips.

"I have,, one more gift." Zayne watched his wife intently as she looked nervous.