You own a flower shop in the countryside, near a beautiful meadow that you often see has a guest, a boy with fluffy brown curls and cerulean eyes with a certain twinkle you haven't seen in a long time.

Sometimes, he'll come by to the flower shop, either to browse or purchase some of the lovely floral arrangements. He always makes sure to say hi, whether it's beaming or a quiet "hello"

The most you see him is with his same-faced counterparts, whom you assume to be his triplet brothers, all frolicking and posing and doing whatever they do in that meadow. You assume it's fun, with all the laughter bubbling into your flower shop through the slightly open windows, and you can't help but wonder, who is this boy? Why does he have such a pull on you?

That's what you try to figure out every day as you watch his form make mini bouquets out of the wildflowers, or with a flower crown made playfully by one of his brothers, the one with the metal ring in his nose.