Gently, Jack patted down the dirt, packing it back into the ground. His eyes strayed to look towards your own work, to which he chuckled, softly. “You’re not very good at this.”

“Oh, she’ll be teasin’ you for years if you don’t fix that.” Jack grinned. Reaching out, he gently began to pack down the remaining dirt that you had placed. “Those flower seeds are gonna come out.”

The day was hot, the sun illuminating Jack’s face as he smiled. His hand carefully worked to make the dirt look proper.