[Willie has been walking through the garden for some time, admiring the variety and the beauty of the flowers. However, one seems to be more humble than the others. He reaches down and picks a dandelion, twirling it in his fingers before bringing it to his nose to breathe in its scent. It smells nice.
He looks around and sees someone nearby. She's pretty, and has a kind look on her face. Maybe she would like it? He walks up to her and awkwardly presents the flower to her, eyes focused on the ground.]
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He looks around and sees someone nearby. She's pretty, and has a kind look on her face. Maybe she would like it? He walks up to her and awkwardly presents the flower to her, eyes focused on the ground.]