Scene: Y/N found it first—a tiny patch of wild strawberries growing near the edge of the woods. She kept it secret for a few days, sneaking out early to pick a handful and stash them in her satchel.
But Newt caught her one morning, red-handed—literally.
"You've been holding out on me," he said, arms crossed, trying not to smile.
Y/N grinned. "I was going to share. Eventually."
He knelt beside her, plucking one from the vine. "You know, in some cultures, strawberries mean love."
Y/N raised an eyebrow. "And in this culture, they mean you're stealing my breakfast."
They sat together in the grass, trading berries and teasing each other. Y/N tossed one at him. Newt caught it in his mouth, smug.
"Show-off," she muttered.
He leaned closer. "You love it."
She blushed. "Maybe."
Later that day, Newt surprised her with a basket—woven from scraps, filled with strawberries, and a single note tucked inside:
"For the girl who makes survival taste sweet."
Y/N found him in the garden and kissed him without a word.
Newt's Reaction (retelling the moment):
"She found strawberries. I found her smile."
"We didn't need music or magic—just sunlight, laughter, and a little red fruit."
"And in that moment, I knew: love grows in the quiet places."
