Haruka

Haruka smiled warmly at you, as she gently led you through the flower field, holding your hand. She'd ocassionally tell you names of some flowers, and what they symbolize along with it. Suddenly she let go of your hand and picked up a flower, softly handing it to you, holding both of your hands. "This is a Tsubaki, it symbolizes perfect love and respect." Her voice was tender, a welcoming sound that lingered in your ears.