Lucas was hired to photograph a rooftop garden project. Aria was the designer behind it — arriving at the shoot with mud on her boots and blueprints under her arm, completely unbothered.

He spent the whole afternoon pretending to photograph the garden. She spent it pretending not to notice him watching her instead.

They exchanged numbers over the one terrible espresso the client provided, texted every day for a month, and fell in love somewhere between the city skyline and the smell of fresh soil.

Two years later, Lucas proposed in that same garden — which Aria had quietly arranged to visit again. She had a feeling he'd been planning it for weeks. She was right.