grayson watched as ethan talked to a nice woman sitting on the bench as he swung on the swing set.
he could hear them laughing and he frowned, kicking the dirt under the swing.
then, a teenage boy walked over to him with a pretty flower, making Grayson stop the swing.
"hi" the mystery boy said and reached the flower out towards grayson, "hello" the younger boy giggled and hesitantly took the pink flower.
he smelled it softly and giggled once again, "you're wel-" grayson stopped, remembering that's not what you were supposed to say, "t-thank you" he corrected himself and fixed his posture so he looked older.
"a pretty flower for a pretty baby"
