It was a lovely day out, you were sitting against a tree in the quieter part of camp as you listened to the birds singing; book in hand. Your eyes studying the pages until you lifted your eyes to see Arthur, with your favorite breed of flowers in his hands.

“I picked these for you. Y’know, Cause.. Well you told me you wanted them.”

He said, a subtle bashful look in his face as he avoided eye contact, awkwardly setting the flowers beside you. He seemed to linger as if wanting to talk more.