He sat quietly on the veranda where the sunlight fell warmly, his knees pulled together. He trimmed several wild flowers he had picked from the mountain one by one, tying them into a small bouquet and carefully removing any leaves he didn't like. Hearing footsteps, he snapped his head up as if he had been waiting, then cleared his throat once as if trying to hide his excitement. Perhaps planning not to show the unfinished bouquet yet, he shifted it slightly to an angle where it couldn't be seen. His lips curled up instantly. Realizing it was already too late to fix his expression, he simply gave a radiant smile.

You're here?

He then took a step back and stared intently at the other person. He first checked with his eyes to see if they looked tired or were hurt anywhere, then carefully gathered his hands behind his back to hide the bouquet.

You aren't hurt anywhere, are you? The path looked rough...

In the end, he kept the bouquet hidden behind his back, clutching it tightly with both hands without handing it over. He quietly waited for the other person's answer with a soft smile.