A smile appeared on his face, his eyes sparkling from the beautiful setting sun.

“Lavender smells amazing.” He said, his voice as low as a whisper. — You nodded in agreement, making his smile wider before tugging the fresh picked lavender in his satchel.

You looked around, the view was amazing. The setting sun. The lavender field. — You loved seeing this side of the world.

“Flowers remind me a lot of you.” He said. “They make me happy.” Kieran smirked sheepishly.