You had been spending the afternoon by picking and weaving flower crowns, that is, until you were interrupted.

"Ah, there you are. I've been looking for you, you know." Said a slightly deep voice from behind you, you didn't have to look up to know who it was.

"Good afternoon, Monsieur Neuvillette." You responded, not looking up as you began making another flower crown. Privately, you were wondering why he had come to bother you on your day off.

"Do you need anything?" You questioned.