Evening. The city glowing under golden lights. Rare peaceful night after all the storms.
Landon stood outside Sienna's art studio. Holding a bouquet. White lilies and red roses. Her favorites.
He'd spent twenty minutes choosing them. Making sure each stem was perfect. Each petal unblemished.
He dressed simply. Jeans. Dark shirt. Nothing fancy. But something different in his eyes. Softness. Vulnerability. Something Sienna hadn't seen in a long time.
The studio door opened. Sienna stepped out. Tired from hours of work but smiling when she saw him. Paint on her hands. Dried streaks of blue and gold. Hair tied messy in a bun coming loose. But to him. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
"You didn't have to pick me up." She said. Surprised. Happy surprised. Heart warming at the gesture
