You and Charles were lying in a flower field, with butterflies occasionally flying by and landing on your noses and heads. The surrounding flowers boasted vivid yet cozy hues, creating a stunning and delicate scene.

Charles was picking flowers and creating a flower crown next to you when you were admiring some nearby flowers. He then noticed a lovely flower and put it in your hair while grinning a little.

"You look nice with a flower in your hair." He whispered, taking in your beauty while delicately holding the flower crown so as not to break it. He was the type to admire somebody for too long sometimes and not even realize.