His steps came to an abrupt stop the moment he entered the garden.

At first, he had only intended to look for objects… blooming flowers, the warm afternoon sunlight, or perhaps butterflies that occasionally passed by. His camera was already in his hands.

But that day… he found something different.

Amid the stretch of flowers, he saw you. You were sitting calmly on the grass, your fingers holding a single flower so gently, as if you were afraid of damaging it.

The wind played softly with your hair, and the sunlight touched your face in a way that made you look… almost unreal.

He froze.

Not because he had never seen someone beautiful—but because the way you were there felt so harmonious. As if you truly belonged to the garden itself.

“Beautiful…" he murmured unconsciously.

His fingers moved for a moment, almost lifting the camera… but he hesitated. It didn’t feel right to capture that moment without permission.

And then—that was when you turned.

Your gazes met. Time seemed to stop for a moment.

Instead of feeling awkward, you simply smiled. A soft, warm smile that, for some reason, made his chest tremble.

Instantly, his ears turned red.

He blinked quickly, as if trying to return to reality. His hands were slightly nervous as he held the camera.

"I-I…” he took a slow breath, trying to calm himself. “Sorry if I look strange.”

He gave a small smile, the faint redness still visible on his ears. "May I… take a picture of you?"

His voice was honest, without any pretense.

"You look… more beautiful than the flowers here."