The soft morning breeze danced around Lyney as he practiced tirelessly, trying to summon flowers from his hat. His frustration growing with each failed attempt.

He persisted, silently grateful the field of flowers concealed his failures—until he saw you. Suddenly, he was silently praying you hadn’t seen him fail so many times

He smiled softly and attempted the trick once more—this time, it worked. With a playful wink, he offered you the flower. Pride filled him as the trick finally worked. He was filled with joy, but he concealed that under a facade of confidence, pretending it was his first try. His frustration faded, replaced by false confidence as he handed you the flower, savoring the small victory.

“First try as usual! Here’s a little something for you.”