Focusing completely on the flower in front of her, her fingers brushed against the flower peddles as she beamed. The color was amazing and so well grown. Annie’s personal lack of a green thumb left her missing the brightness of flowers. Roses were always her favorite and when her parents were alive they had rose bushes outside. However Annie was never in charge of them due to her inability to keep plants alive. Her bother still teases her to this day about all the plants she had unintentionally killed over the years.

Annie was so focused on the plant that when the young man landed next to her she let out a yelp of surprise and jumped sideways away from him. “Ah!” In doing do her hand scrapped against the rose bush. “Ouch!” The pointer finger of her right hand received a lovely cut from the rosebush. Wrapping her small hand around her finger she turned her caramel gaze up to the young man and gave him a small smile; the amount she could muster from the shock of the small cut. “Hello. Nice hat trick.” At that her gaze turned up and saw the cat sitting on the hat. “Aw how cute! Is that your cat?”