Dignified Minds, Tempted Hearts

3 - the flower field

Everywhere his eyes wander to through his sunglasses, daisies can be found. Or daffodils. All kinds of flowers really.

Harry holds his book against his chest as he laughs aloud, spinning around in circles. It felt like a dream to be here. To be able to read for as long as he wanted in a field full of flowers, the sun bright in the sky.

His sneakers weave their way through the high grass. He can see a lonely tree in the distance where he can picture himself sitting for some time, just getting lost in the world of his book again, but this time with the most gorgeous view.

He stopped by the store on his way there, this time with another employee working the counter, and brought a box full of strawberries with him. He also carried his water bottle with him in case he gets thirsty.

One he has reached the tree, he kneels to the ground, laying down the towel he brought with him. He sets a quick reminder that he will need to buy a proper picnic blanket.

He lets out a content sigh as he positions his back against the tree, grabbing his book and flipping it open to the page he read last.

Slowly but surely, he gets lost in the story again, occasionally munching on one of the fresh strawberries or taking a swig of water.

Suddenly, he can hear laughter in the distance. Two girls appear in between the trees of the forest, running into the field, their laughter echoing through the air.

Soon after, a man also pops up from between the leaves of the swinging branches and even though they're very far away, Harry swears that he can see a bright smile playing on his face.

The man is carrying a football underneath his armpit, resting it against it against his waist. It accentuates the curves his torso has.

Harry pretends that he is still deeply invested in his book, but curiosity takes the upper hand of him and he can't keep his eyes from the two younger girls and their guardian. A pair of green eyes keep peeking over the book as he watches the older guy play with what he assumes, are his sisters.

The younger girls, that look like twins, giggle loudly as their brother chases behind them to steal the ball from them. The smaller lad is running in slow motion, clearly running slowly on purpose so the little girls can have fun while being chased by their older bother.

Harry's eyes study the form of the guy. He looks about his age, he supposes, but he is clearly smaller than him. 5'8 Harry would estimate, a lot smaller than his 6'0.

When one of the girls is about to topple over, the guy rushes forward to stabilize her, before running behind them through the fields again.

About 10 minutes later, they sit down in the grass to catch their breaths. Harry is suddenly scared to be caught from staring at the group, so he this time starts reading his book again, but after one page he can't concentrate anymore.

His gaze drifts from his book and he suddenly sees a group of daisies growing beside him. An idea pops into his head and he starts plucking them one for one as he braids them together into a flower crown.

The wind sometimes comes swooping in, threatening Harry to let his progress slip from his fingers, but he keeps clutching his artwork tightly in his hand so it won't fly away with the breeze.

Sneaking a glance at the family again, he suddenly notices that one of the girls is pointing in his direction as she is talking to her brother. He can see the guy looking his way, saying something back to his sister, nodding in the process.

Suddenly a fit of giggles is approaching him, the younger girl's small legs moving fast as she rushes towards him. Her hair flutters in the wind, making her eyes become more noticeable. A pair of prominent blue eyes, clear as the sea he has seen in Greece, are glued to him.