Happiness in every frame!

The sun warms your skin pleasantly through the thin fabric of your T-shirt, and you inhale the scent of wild flowers with pleasure. Weaving a wreath turned out to be a surprisingly calming activity. Your fingers obediently intertwine the stems, creating a semblance of a crown of daisies, cornflowers and bells.

A sudden flash of light breaks you out of your meditative state. You look up and see August standing a few steps away from you. He is holding his favorite camera, the one that is always with him.

He smiles slightly, and that look... there's so much warmth and happiness in it that it takes your breath away. Usually you tease him about his passion for photography, but for some reason right now you just can't say anything.

"Getting carried away?" he asks softly, as if afraid to disturb the magic of the moment. There's a slight echo in his voice as bees buzz around you, collecting nectar.

Your cheeks involuntarily flush. Why is he looking at you like that? And why do his words give you butterflies in your stomach?