#stiigmas

“Here.”

Harper held out a small flower, no bigger than the size of her palm, the stem shaped in to a circle so it resembled a sort of ring. 

“It won’t last long,” she warned, placing the one she’d made for herself on her pinky since the flower she’d chosen was a bit smaller than his. “But’s it’s still pretty. It’s nice to have it then to not have it at all.” 

With the change in the season, Harper opted to spend most of her time outside before it got too cold. It was still comfortable enough if she sat in the sun with a big sweater without getting chilly. It also helped having Daniel so close to block the wind should a gust have come through. One breeze started, moving the grass and flowers they were sitting in, and Harper caught a glimpse of a different colored flower; a pretty purple one with yellow in the middle right on the other side of him. She crawled across his lap to get to it, plucking it out of the ground and a few other different colored flowers to bundle together in a small bouquet. A blade of grass tied it together. 

She was having fun, much preferring little moments like this as opposed to more formal dates where little was said. It seemed like other couples had the same idea, the pair amongst others that had brought blankets and meals with them and all enjoying the same atmosphere. Harper was glad he’d invited her out even if they were still getting to know each other. 

“Isn’t it colorful?” she asked, showing off the little bouquet she’d made.

“Thank you so much for checking on her really quick.” Leon let out a sigh of content, petting the dachshund who was laying on the floor next to his feet. It was clear she was pretty upset about being taken to the vet, but Leon wanted to be safe than sorry. He had gotten worried that she might have messed up her stitches from getting fixed. He had left her alone when he ran out and get some groceries, and found she had gotten her cone off at some point. Thankfully he had been to the vet’s office enough to know the staff after watching so many animals. Though, the one vet tech, Thorn, seemed to be who he saw the most. At this rate, he was almost positive he would see Thorn almost once or twice a month, depending on the season. 

“You know, it’s rude to show up ten minutes before we close.” Kitae rolled his eyes before leaning against the front counter where he stood. “I’m tempted to kick you out unless you brought something for me, Mingyu.”