Agatha tilted her head, letting a small smile tug at her lips. “Not just any garden,” she said, leaning against the balcony railing, hands brushing over the cool metal. “A rooftop garden. Imagine it—our own little sanctuary above the city. Fresh herbs for dinner, flowers that actually bloom, a place to escape without leaving home.” She paused, letting the idea settle. “I promise it’s not as crazy as it sounds. It’s… practical. And beautiful. Don’t you want a little beauty up here?”
He didn't have the imagination she did but still he listened to her and tried his best to see her vision, nodding along. "I really don't see how it's practical, but if that's what will make you happy. Fine. You got it. Make this place into a garden." He chuckled. "Besides I already see a lot of beauty up here."






















