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There she was, right on schedule. Different outfit, different moods, different times but same bike, same smile, same girl. His day would be made by just seeing her green bike, the same color as her eyes, peek around the corner on their way next to his house.
She came to water the plants, but she did so much more. She danced, hummed, modeled and made him smile. He lived to see her, and so did the plants. Even from his window he could see her content smile, the swing of her hips to the beat of the song in her headphones and her long, flowing bronze hair.
The same hair that haunted him with its beauty. It wasn't just brown; it was more like bronze with golden strands mixed in. It was the only hair he had every really thought about, it was special enough to almost turn him almost poetic. It was poetic.
Every other day, she would show up, prop up her bike and start towater. She had a routine, water this part, smell this flower, dance here. The list went on and he became a borderline stalker, mapping it all out. He just loved how she found so much pleasure in something as simple as watering plants. So what if she was keeping them alive? It was only interesting when she was doing it.
His least favorite part of the routine is when she went to the side yard. He could see her get there, rolling her shoulders back and walking confidently though the dirt, but then she vanished. He would sit there watching, waiting and wondering why he was so hung up on her.
She was beautiful, brilliant, green-eyed, had a goddess-like body and amazing hair. She was very fun to watch, and he could tell she was interesting in the way she was always in her own world. On the same page, she was a random girl. A civilian who was out of reach for a spy like himself.
Yes, Zachary Goode based his summer around that girl. He felt butterflies when she came into view and heartbreak when she left. Still, a spy like himself should have seen the end coming. Fall was soon and the flowers she plucked and put in her hair we getting smaller and less colorful.
The worst day for him was the second to last one. He saw her talk to her employer, an older woman with drawn on eyebrows and lack-luster brown hair. She had only said 'one more time', before he sprang into action.
The next time the girl came by she was very melancholy. She gently watered the flowers with her trusty bronze watering can. She smelt every flower and talked to every plant. Right as she was giving the place one last look over she saw the hint of shine he had left for her. A tiny bronze watering can charm and a small green, just like her eyes, flower on a necklace. Her smile was something he would never forget as she put the charms close to her heart and smiled.
The next day he had to restrain himself from egging the house. Zach knew there was nothing he could do. He was a spy, and could have found out everything about the girl, but he knew that like the blossoms, that she watered everything has to fade. Hopefully his feelings for her would too.
They didn't. He didn't think that much about her but years later when he walked into Cammie's Carnations and saw that the girl who rang him up had the most brilliant green eyes, he couldn't resist looking down her shirt for the charms. There it was, right on her heart above the nametag that said Cammie.
"Tell me, Cammie, did you ever water plants as a teenager in Roseville?"
The look of pure astonishment from her confirmed his guesses. Zach had finally found his flower, and he wouldn't let her fade away this time.
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