You were minding your own business, sitting on a log and just fiddling with leaves before you heard a familiar voice.

“Good evening, Y/N.” Elara said as she carried a basket of apples over her head, her gaze ever so warm and kind. You never knew if she liked you or if she was just being kind.

She is so beautiful you forget she even greeted you, but you quickly snap out of it to greet her.