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The dappled sunlight shone through the cedar trees as Claire tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. The wind was active that day, causing dried leaves from the previous autumn to dance along the beaten earth. “Ah, the teaberries are in season,” Cliff murmured, his eyes drawn toward the leafy shrubs lining the path. He crouched down, picking a few and cupping them in his hand. “Do they taste like tea?” A smile played at his lips as he popped one into his mouth. “Find out yourself.” She was grateful for the playful glint in his eyes and she hoped it would remain. The young woman opened her mouth for an offering, giddiness rising up in her stomach. He fumbled with the bright red berries and his fingers affectionately grazed her lips as he popped one into her mouth. She chewed in silence as color crept into both of their faces. “It’s almost like… mint?” He gave her a grin and a nod as they continued along the path. “Some people call it wintergreen or checkerberry. My