The greenhouse rose before them—glass panels catching the afternoon sun, creating a cathedral of light and green.
The air inside was warm, humid, wrapping around them like a gentle embrace as they stepped through the entrance.
"Wow," Luca breathed.
Plants everywhere—tropical palms reaching toward the glass ceiling, flowering vines cascading down trellises, the scent of earth and blooms thick and intoxicating.
It felt like stepping into another world entirely, lush and alive.
"Right?" Noel said, watching Luca's reaction with obvious pleasure. "I found this place by accident on Tuesday. Got a little lost trying to find the exit and ended up here."
They wandered deeper into the greenhouse, following the winding path.
Other visitors moved quietly around them—a elderly couple photographing orchids, a young woman sketching in a journal, a family with small children pointing at colorful butterflies.
