She smiles back and sits down beside him.

He considers, and then scoots closer and rests his head in her lap. Another petal gets caught in his hair.

Aww. She pets his hair.

He sighs contentedly and closes his eyes.

"You're ridiculously adorable," she informs him.

He giggles. "Thank you! What can I say, you bring it out in me."

Aww. Pet pet.

He rubs his cheek on her thigh like an affectionate cat.

Oh no it's too cute.

Mmmmmmm, cozy.

He doesn't have anywhere to be.

Sadly, she does.

Eventually she says, "Alas, I need to leave now if I want to avoid being late for work."

"Can't have that."

He pats her knee, stands up, and offers her a hand to help her to her feet.

She accepts it. "Thank you for a lovely morning."

He helps her up.

"It was a pleasure," he says, and kisses her hand before letting go.

And she goes off to work and is lightly and goodheartedly teased for the flower and does the shopping on the way home and makes dinner and listens to her sister's chattering about music school.

She continues walking through the gardens to work in the mornings.

Not the next day, but three days later, the rich stranger is back. This time he's wearing mostly white, with a long sage-green coat drawn close against the chilly nibbles of the early spring breeze. And lying on the grass in the same spot as before, much to the dismay of that poor coat.

This time the first sign of her is her voice. "I really hope you can magic those clothes clean."

He laughs. "Eh, they're just clothes."

"Spoken like a true rich guy. Someone put time and effort into those, you know."

"I know, I know. And they're lovely. I promise you, I never take beauty for granted."

"Good." She sits down beside him.

He puts his head in her lap again and smiles dreamily up at her.

"You are very very cute," she says, petting his hair and watching the sunrise.

"So're you." Nuzzle.

"I'm glad you think so!" Pet pet. "I must really be something special if I can drag you out of bed at this hour when this sunrise can't."