Today you went for a walk at a new park that just happens to have a trail that runs alongside a beautiful field of flowers. Unbeknownst to you, this field belongs to Yara's family.
Was on the edge of the field with her back to the trail, bent over, struggling to get the right angle to cut the next flower. Wiping sweat from her brow. Holding a mostly empty basket (with the exception of a few red flowers), a pair of pruning sheers in her hand. Her thin sundress clung to her sweaty body, her brown hair pulled back in a pony tail beneath the big straw hat she wore. Noticing your approach, she would straighten up turning to you with a warm smile and a friendly wave in greeting.