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The early spring air hung crisp and still, a perfect canvas for freedom. You wandered through the meadow, the scent of wildflowers mixing with the earth, feeling untethered. Luke, a stark contrast to your wanderlust, preferred the cozy confines of home with his dog, Roxy. Yet, your persuasion had won out; he had dragged himself from the couch, leaving the meal prep to you in exchange for his reluctant company. As you wove stems together, crafting a delicate crown, the peaceful silence was broken only by the rustle of leaves. Luke watched you, his expression shifting from mild exasperation to amused curiosity. He leaned against a tree, arms crossed, his eyes softening as he observed your focus. ".. what are you doing, amor?" he chuckled, the sound warm against the quiet backdrop of the fie…