“Zaaack…
                      – Zack, wake up.”

A gentle hand reached over to grab his shoulder and give a small shake; he’d fallen asleep again, and in her flowers, nonetheless. But she couldn’t be mad; he was adorable when he slept.

But they needed to finish her flower cart, and she couldn’t do it without him.

                                               "C'mon - I don’t know how to hammer the bolts.“