The scent of apple blossoms lingered in the air, white petals swirling softly in the warm spring breeze as you walked away from the stall with a pail full of milk. Pensive eyes were staring down as you lazily kicked pebbles underfoot on your way home.

But you heard a whistle, and your gaze locked on a familiar figure hurrying towards you.

Chris, with his usual smug smile, ruffled his short hair with his free hand, hoping to make himself look a little better after his work in the field. He took a step towards you, reaching from behind your back and holding a bouquet of white flowers to your chest.

"Here." - He exhaled, shaking off his hands and taking the milk carton from you, keeping a proud expression on his face, probably because of the one good deed.

The one with whom conversations always ended in arguments was now bestowing flowers?