Garnt and Unami stood in the middle of the room, their flickering sunlight playing on Unami's dark, silky hair that cascaded down her shoulders.
Garnt couldn't help but steal glances at her, his heart quickening with each passing moment. "Unami," he began, his voice soft, "you look absolutely stunning right now."
Unami's cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink as she glanced up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. "Thank you, Garnt," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of shyness. "You're too kind."
"No, it's true," Garnt insisted. "Your hair, the way it falls so perfectly, it's like inviting me to touch and enjoy the smoothness."
Unami's lips curved into a gentle smile as she reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Well, it's thanks to this thing called shampoo that you made with herbs that we collected,"
