"I've seen a lot of sunrises. None of them has ever flung flower petals over me."

She giggles. "How negligent of them."

He closes his eyes and resettles slightly and pets her knee.

Pet pet. "You are delightfully charmed by the whole flower petal business."

"It was delightfully charming!"

"Perhaps I will have to arrange a repeat performance."

"I'm definitely going to end up coming back here again."

"Good." Pet pet.

Snuggle snuggle.

Contented sunrise-watching.

Contented lap-snuggles. He watches the sunrise through half-open eyes, but he is definitely here for the lap and the petting, not the view.

She continues petting him until she needs to leave for work and then bends down and gives him a brief peck on the forehead before nudging his head out of her lap so she can stand up and go.

Awwwwww. He sprawls on the grass and beams up at her.

"See you later!" she calls, and walks off.

She's so cute!!!!

Anonymous positive interactions with strangers always end in the same terrified realization, unless he stops trying before then; but he thinks he can keep this one going for a while before the inevitable collapse. He shows up again a few days later.

She flops down on the grass beside him and hugs him with no preamble.

...he hugs back, gently. "What's wrong?"

"I wish I knew. Dad's been really stressed out, the past few days--he says it's nothing, but none of us believe him.'

He pets her hair. "I hope it's nothing serious."

(Whatever the problem is, he can almost certainly fix it - but if he reveals that, he loses her. She might not even want his help, if she knew who it was coming from.)

Snuggle. "So do I."

Snuggle. Pet pet.

('If you need anything' - no, he can't even offer. She'd regret it as soon as she accepted, and there would go these lovely sunrises.)

She snuggles in closer than is entirely reputable, the need for comfort overriding propriety.

Yeah.

He holds her and pets her and does not seem to care one bit about how improper it is to be cuddling a poor girl whose name he doesn't know on the ground in a public park with grass stains all over his lovely clothes.

Eventually she sighs. "I should go."

He hugs her and kisses her on the cheek and then lets go. "Yeah. Good luck."