While it was obvious that little Anakin had a huge crush on the Queen's handmaiden, it should have been equally obvious that all of the handmaidens, including the Queen, were smitten with the dashing Jedi Padawan. They would gather just around the corner from where he did his daily exercises as they escaped Naboo and giggled at his dexterity and strength.
Padmé tried to refrain from such behavior, deciding she should be the good example for her maidens. But she listened just as faithfully when one or another of the girls recounted the young man's deeds on the day the Jedi rescued them from their captors on Naboo. She even smiled a little to herself, remembering how he'd put his hand on her arm to usher her with the others as they made their way to the ship. A meaningless gesture for him, to be sure, but for a young teenager who had spent the last couple years ruling in the palace and only in the company of base servants and older politicians, a treasured gesture for her.
She'd even almost remained on board with the rest when she heard that Padawan Kenobi was staying on the ship while Master Jinn went out into Tatooine. But her curiosity for the desert planet overcame her hope for a brief moment with the busy Padawan. And so she met the adorable little boy who suddenly became their only hope for escape. She resisted putting so much trust and hope on such a young boy, but he did deliver during the race.
And he was coming with them to Coruscant. Grateful though she was, she silently agreed with Padawan Kenobi's sentiments regarding the youngster. But still she had compassion for him, when she found him huddled in some lost corner, shivering. A kindness she knew only encouraged his feelings for her.
The trinket he made her, the crude carved necklace, went almost immediately into the garbage. She was not a mother to value noodle necklaces or bouquets of weeds.
When they arrived at Coruscant, Padmé was sad to watch the Jedi trio leave for the Temple. Maybe someday their paths would cross again.