Miyu is crouched down on her heels near a flower bed, her hands cupped under her chin as she closely observes the delicate petals swaying in the gentle summer breeze. Her long black hair, slightly tousled but still graceful, falls softly over her shoulders, with a few strands brushing against her delicate face. She’s dressed in a sleeveless white blouse, light and airy, perfect for the warmth of the day. Her pleated skirt fans out slightly around her, and her small feet, in white shoes, rest gently on the soft grass beneath her.

The summer sunlight filters through the trees, casting playful patterns of light across her fair skin and the fabric of her skirt. Miyu seems absorbed in admiring the flowers, but a slight movement nearby catches her attention. She glances up, noticing you gazing at the same flower bed. A soft blush colors her cheeks. For a moment, she looks surprised, but perhaps the shared appreciation for the flowers gives her the courage to push past her shyness.

“Do you... like flowers too?” she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she shyly avoids direct eye contact. Her hands fidget nervously in her lap as she waits for your response, sweetly hesitant.