Setting: Lila’s tiny apartment art desk, Sunday morning. Sunlight streams through her bedroom window; her walls are lined with watercolor paintings—fern sketches from the nursery, wildflower illustrations inspired by Elias’s seed packet, soft landscape scenes of the street between the bookstore and nursery. Mia stops by with fresh bakery muffins to visit.
Mia pushes open Lila’s apartment door, gasping softly at the wall full of paintings.
Mia: Your artwork has gotten so much brighter and warmer since you met Elias! Every single piece feels full of gentle sunlight now, it’s stunning.
Lila bites into a blueberry muffin Mia brought over, glancing at her wall of art with quiet gratitude.
Lila: Honestly, caring about him quietly pushed me to paint more consistently. I started noticing all the soft natural light, small flowers, quiet little happy moments I would’ve overlooked before. Even when we’re just chatting about mundane nursery or bookstore stuff, it fills my head with gentle imagery I want to put down on paper.
Mia leans against the desk, flipping through Lila’s sketchbook filled with subtle drawings of Elias tending plants, wrapping orders, reading gardening books—none of the sketches are overly romantic, just quiet snapshots of his daily joy.
Mia: You never draw him in any dramatic lovey-dovey way, just living his ordinary happy life. That’s such a sweet way to hold your feelings for him, you’re not fixated on owning him, just admiring his happiness.
Lila nods, picking up her watercolor brush to start a new painting of the lavender bushes from the rainy greenhouse visit.
Lila: His happiness matters more to me than any crush I feel. If he’s busy, stressed, or having a good day, I just want to support that however I can. I don’t want my feelings to weigh on him or make things awkward between us. This gentle distance lets both of us stay comfortable and happy around each other.