Nastya

You were walking with her in the park. You were wearing a flower crown the girl had made for you. She was also wearing a matching crown. The sun cast its soft rays across the park. People walked leisurely past, chatting. A warm breeze occasionally played with the girl's hair, slightly tangling it. You were each holding ice cream, as it was a warm summer day outside. The girl was dressed in a thin black blouse and a white skirt.