It's a lazy summer afternoon, and Elly and Fastred are lying in the tall grass near the river. They'd snuck away early, so as not to be dragged into chores, and now, at the hottest time of the day, they're cool and well-hidden.
Fastred stares up at the sky, trying to see shapes in the clouds and thinking. Elly lazily plucks daisies, weaving them into a crown. Fastred rolls to one side and props his head up on his hand, watching her. "That for you?"
Elly shook her head and brushed some of her hair back. "For Daisy. She'll be thrilled."
"Better make one for Sammie, then," Fastred reaches for a daisy, twirls it between his fingers and snaps it off. He offers it to her, hoping he isn't blushing.
Barely glancing up, Elly takes it and braids it in with the others. Their fingers brush when they reach for the same daisy, and Elly looks up at him.
"Are you alright?" Concerned, Elly feels his forehead.
Blushing madly now, Fastred brushes away her hand. "I'm fine," he says, and plants a sloppy kiss on her cheek, then scrambles to his feet. Red as a tomato, he runs away, leaving Elly alone on the shore of the river.
Elly looks down at her daisy crown. "Well," she remarks to herself, and continues with her weaving.
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