3. flower; rose

They sat under a tree, taking in the summer breeze and smell of cut grass and damp soil. Neither of them said a word, but sat quietly in the company of the other, breathing in the warm air.

It was too late when they noticed the flower in her hair had been blown elsewhere, too late to note the direction it had gone, too late to catch it. She frowned and shrugged, closing her eyes for a nap instead, the humid temperature making her drowsy.

He glanced in her direction to make sure she was asleep, and ran off in the direction of their family garden. He stared wordlessly around at the various flowers, before gingerly pulling one from its place, and starting back in her direction.

When she wakes, he's beside her again, except that he is the one sleeping.

Feeling something usual, she reaches up to find a flower in her hair again—this one different, but sweeter smelling and softer than the last.

She smiles, then glances left and right, to make sure there are no others around.

When she kisses him and mutters a thank you, he smiles and pulls her into his arms.