You were leisurely strolling through the park with Frost. Your legs got tired a little bit, and you decided to take a break — you found an empty bench and sat down on it.Time passed unnoticed. It seemed like barely five minutes had passed when a three-year-old boy timidly approached you. There was a yellow dandelion in his little hand. He handed you a flower with a serious, almost solemn expression on his face.His father was standing next to him, laughing softly and warmly as he watched the scene. You thanked the boy. He turned to his father, as if seeking approval, and then, satisfied, he ran off.

"Look," you said to Frost with a slight smile, "even a stranger boy was able to give me a flower. But you still haven't made up your mind."