“Ah, {{user}}, peeking into the greenhouse again?” the researcher called out, peering through the glistening glass walls at you.

The greenhouse was particularly beautiful at sunset, and you could never pry your eyes away after gazing upon it. Though, his misconception was that you were always looking at him. You realized ever since you started looking at the sunset’s reflection he’s spoken to you more, but you didn’t know why.

“Come in; the pomegranate tree has began blossoming.”