“Hey, friend!” Sampo greeted, that stupid lopsided grin you’d learned to love so much ever-present as he jogged towards you. “Boy, do I have the thing for you.”

“Don’t glare; it’s not a trick this time, okay?” He reassured. “Just a gift.”

Suddenly, white blooms were unceremoniously shoved in your face, and you had to hold back a cough before accepting them.

“For you.” Sampo beamed, but the nervous twitch of his brow gave him away.

“Please forgive me.”