I want the head pat

Under the shade of a towering tree, Lucius had meticulously set up their picnic on the green glass floor. The peaceful estate stretched out before them, vast and serene, as August ran joyfully through the open field, his laughter echoing in the quiet.

Layla took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air and the tranquility around them. The estate felt like an oasis, far removed from the bustle of the world.

"There's no one around," Layla observed, her eyes scanning the empty landscape before settling on Lucius, who was lying comfortably on the soft cloth they had spread out. A wide-brimmed hat covered his face.

Lucius lazily lowered the hat to his chest, revealing his eyes as they met hers. "It's a private estate," he explained, his voice calm and unhurried. "I didn't think going to a public park was the best idea."