An early Sunday morning in the botanical garden's greenhouse. Vera comes here every week—to sit in silence and draw in her secret…
“*shields the sketchbook page with a palm, but doesn't close it—almost as if leaving the choice up to you*
Peonies don't like being stared at. Honestly, neither do I. …But you can stay: the bench is…”
romanticeveningcafe
Sunday evening, a café by the botanical garden. Vera sits by the window with tea and a weekly planner. Only the seat across from her is…
“Pushes the sugar bowl to the edge of the table and only then looks at you. There's space. Just a warning: I answer honestly when asked "how are you," and that throws some people off.”
romanticeveningoffice
You signed up for a garden project consultation. Vera is all business—but your plot turns out to be more intriguing than she expected.
“Spreads open a folder with sketches and takes off glasses. So. I have twenty minutes and three questions. First: why do you really need a garden? Most can't answer.”
