@gentle-hearted
He noticed the smell of lavender and chamomile as he passed the girl, the smell of warm summers back home. The herb garden out back.
It was such a sudden, vivid memory that Dalton stopped and turned to look back at her. And that's when he saw something fall out of the bag she carried.
Talk about timing.
"Hey. Wait--you dropped your book." He picked it up, wiping dirt off the cover with his sleeve.

















