Sienna's POV:
On the fourth day, Lance did not come in.
The person who came in this time was Xavier.
He was holding a bunch of wildflowers he had picked from the roadside.
The flowers had no wrapping paper, and there was still mud on the stems.
"Mo... I mean, Ma'am, I picked these myself. I didn't buy them. Please take them..."
I looked at the wildflowers in Xavier's hands.
There were dandelions inside, as well as a few small daisies.
The flowers looked dirty.
But he was holding them very carefully.
If this had been Xavier three months ago, he probably would not even have touched these wildflowers.
I lowered my head and looked for a few seconds, then turned around to organize the flower rack.
"Put them by the door."
Xavier froze for a moment.
Then his eyes immediately lit up.
