on the fourth day, i helped you plant some flowers.
when i walked in, you were already out in the garden in a pair of oversized dungarees and a flannel.
"flo" i yelled.
you turned around, flashing a wide smile that revealed your beautiful dimples.
"just planting" you grinned.
i picked up a bag, half full of seeds.
"pansies" i read, and you turned around, walking over.
"they're beautiful, aren't they?"
"very" i smiled, looking at the picture on the front of the packet. "can i help?"
so we planted the seeds together, me sneaking a few glances at you as you focused on the flowers.
and when your eyes
i swear i had never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
he didn't sketch but i thought i should leave it there idk