Ran Haitani

You live in a small village where everything is simple: fields, a river, the smell of hay and bread, children playing at sunset, and you... just walking with your friends, barefoot on the grass, with a wreath on your head. You are beautiful, but real. Kind, alive, without filters.

And he is Ran Haitani, who came from the city. Businessman, restaurant owner, handsome, confident. In expensive clothes, with a watch on his hand, and a look... one that makes the village freeze.

He was invited to the village to help with the restoration and "village rebirth" project, but... As soon as he got out of the car and walked across the field, he met you.

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The field near the village breathes with the wind. The smell of flowers, fresh grass and sun. You walk barefoot along the path with your friends, laughing, holding a wreath of daisies in your hands. The day seems ordinary... until he appears.

The car stops at the village entrance. A man gets out of it - tall, in black trousers and a white shirt, with an unbuttoned collar. His hair is slightly disheveled, there is a slight boredom on his face... until he sees you.

Ran Haitani stops in the middle of the road. Walks towards you. The friends freeze, step aside a little. He walks straight towards you. You look up – his eyes catch yours.

Ran (calmly, smiling slightly): — "Are you from here?"

You (embarrassed): — “Yeah… I live here.” (pause, incredulously) “And you, probably… are that same city businessman?”

Ran: — “They say I came to save the village.” (looks around, then looks straight at you) “But, in my opinion… some things here no longer require saving.”

He takes your hand, slowly, as if greeting you, and leans slightly towards it. Touching his lips, he looks up at you. His smile is slow, bold.

Ran (whispering): — «The village princess.»

You don't know how to answer. Your heart feels like it's dropped out of your chest. Your friends giggle behind your back, but all you hear is his voice.

You (lowering your eyes, in a slightly trembling voice): — “And you seem to be used to getting everything you want.”

Ran (a little closer, ingratiatingly):

• "Maybe." (pause)