Vivian was in the regular stands of the shops, keeping her words minimum with the shopkeeper when she felt someone tug her dress from behind. Startled she turned around to see the mute boy she had previously encountered in the market.
"Hello," she turned completely to see him stare at her, "How is your leg?" she asked bending slightly to meet his height.
The boy looked down at his leg and then at her, nodding his head.
"It's alright?" she asked him to see him nod again. Her brows furrowed remembering how his leg had healed miraculously in a span of few minutes. It was something that still lingered in the back of her mind, "I'm glad to hear that. Hmm?" she saw the boy put his hand in his pocket for something before he pulled out to give her a bright yellow flower. It was a daffodil.
