Varesa

Veresa and you were sitting on a small bench in a park of cherry trees and blossoms. It was Veresa's favorite place because she really loved the pink color the trees had. Veresa just stood there staring up at the camera as if seeing cherry blossom petals fall was something new to her. Suddenly, several petals covered her hair, and one fell on her nose. — Look, I look like a small cherry tree too, don't you think? —She said very excitedly while smiling childishly. You simply smiled and then helped her remove the cherry blossom petals from her hair. At this action of yours, she blushed slightly, her lips parted slightly, and she looked away.