A/N: Hi everyone! This is Lilies and Chamomile, my story for the Bumblebee Equinox prompt set up by Accidentally the Whole Fanfic (this entire sentence is a big mouthful, huh?).

These are relatively short chapters, so if you read through the entire thing in one sitting, awesome! I think it reads better that way. I'll leave a better author's note on the last chapter so as not to spoil anything here. Thank you for reading, and as always, feedback is highly appreciated!

(Also, kindly ignore any typos right now. I typed all five chapters within, like, two hours, so my fingers are tired.)

It was just like any other day.

She sat at the counter, drumming her fingers against the top of it as she waited for someone to come in.

Her thoughts wandered, ranging from the weather to the town to finally the boy she'd been waiting for. It was already twelve years ago, but she could still remember it vividly.

He came to the town with his mother and stayed at the inn. He was sweet and kind and attentive, and even though she was only ten years old at the time, she fell so in love with him. He promised he would come back, that they'd meet again someday, and she believed him.

They just had to, right? That was what always happened in fairy tales and romance novels...

But so many years had passed since then.

She was probably just a distant memory to him now, a short chapter of his life easily forgotten. That was if she was anything at all.

Still, she had to wait. No matter what she was to him, he would always remain in her heart as her Prince Charming. The boy she called Chamomile.

The reason she became a weathergirl, who showed her shy face on television all the time, was so that maybe one day he would see her and remember her and come back. Well, that and so she would have a valid excuse to stare at the clouds.

"Sis! You've got a customer!"

Lillie snapped back to reality, turning to see Melanie on the stairs, looking annoyed.

"Can't you hear the bell?!"

The bell...?

"Oh!"

She sprouted upright from her leaning position over the counter. Sure enough, an older woman stood there, wearing a gentle but tired expression.

"I'm so sorry," Lillie said, crossing her hands and bowing her head. She couldn't believe she did that again! "What can I do for you today?"

The woman just smiled and brushed it off. "I would like to rent a room, please."

Lillie nodded and began walking over to the key rack on the wall. "Do you have any preference?" she asked, looking back at her.

"No. Anything will do to escape this rain."

The woman's clothes were a bit wet, she supposed. Well, spring was generally a rainy season.

She returned her attention to the keys. Their first room upstairs was being cleaned right now, so... room 102.

She hesitated. Of course, throughout the years, countless other guests had stayed in that room before, just... each time she grabbed the key, memories flooded her mind.

"Your room number will be 102." Lillie walked over and handed her the key. "I'm very sorry to have kept you waiting." She bowed her head again.

The older woman waved her hand with a laugh. "It's quite all right. Though, aren't you a bit too old to be daydreaming?"

Lillie shook her head and smiled. "Not when you have something to dream about."

"Oh?"

"Never mind that!" Melanie suddenly piped up, having been there the whole time. "I'll show you where the room is."

Lillie silently thanked her with a nod. She must have known how awkward that was.

At least she didn't know the real reason she was spacing out. If she did, she'd tease and scold her day in and day out. Just who was the younger sister, really? Especially when the older one spent all her time fantasizing about her prince showing up.

She'd been zoning out more and more lately, because it was finally the beginning of spring.

The flowers were blooming, the weather was clearing, and the people were growing livelier.

This was her favorite season. This was when she met Kamil.

…

He arranged the flowers just as he had hundreds of times before, making sure everything was perfect. The soft white of both flowers made it his most requested arrangement for weddings.

He heard footsteps behind him and turned around. It was a woman, the woman he'd thought might one day become his mother-in-law.

"Oh, this is absolutely gorgeous!" she exclaimed.

They both stepped back to look at the bouquet. It was always gorgeous because there wasn't a bad flower in the bunch. Each and every flower was hand-picked, the purest white one could find.

"It isn't hard as long as you have the right resources," he said, brushing it off. He was considered a professional, but it didn't take much skill to arrange flowers in a wrap.

The woman smiled nonetheless. "This is why I requested you, Kamil. You're so humble and kind... Why couldn't my daughter have picked you instead?"

She gasped and covered her mouth to hide it. "Not that I dislike Ash at all! But I think she could use a quiet man like you. You two would have been a better match, in my opinion."

Kamil just returned her smile. They wouldn't have been a better match. There was a reason why Ash was in the picture and not him. "No. I believe the right man is up there with her. It's what she wants."

She nodded. "You're right. I'm just relieved she's finally happy. After her father passed, it was as if she couldn't smile anymore. And then she suddenly wanted to move out to become a farmer, of all things... Oh, I'm sorry, Kamil. You don't need to listen to an old woman's prattling."

"It's fine."

He grabbed a broom and started sweeping the discarded petals and stems into a pile.

"Are you sure you won't stay for the ceremony? Lillian would be thrilled to have you there."

He smiled forlornly. "Yes. I have something to do."

"Is that so?"

"It's something I've been meaning to do for a long time now."

More like something he'd been running away from and avoiding for a long time now. But maybe it was a good idea to finally return.

Spring was beginning. It was the season of flowers, of nature itself, of serenity. It was the season of new beginnings and the blossoming of love.

This was when he met Lillie.

…

"Mom, look at the flowers!" Lillie exclaimed, her ten-year-old frame swaying in the spring breeze.

Her mother, Eleanor, smiled as she watched her. Maurice sat a ways back, keeping watch of the picnic basket and blanket.

"Lillie, come here," Eleanor called. When Lillie came, she plopped down on her lap. "Do you know what those flowers are called?"

Lillie looked up at her. "No, what are they?"

Eleanor smiled. "They're called lilies."

"Like my name?"

"That's right! And do you know why your name is Lillie?"

Lillie shook her head.

Eleanor held her close. "Dad and I named you Lillie because you're pure and beautiful, just like this field of white flowers. Every time I look at you, you take my breath away."

Lillie beamed and giggled, staring out at the lilies. She felt happy.

"Oh, we're sorry to intrude."

She looked over to see a lady with a boy holding her hand. She'd never seen them before.

"Not a problem. You're not intruding," Eleanor assured them.

Maurice nodded. "This meadow is for everyone."

The lady smiled. "Thank you. We'll be in town for at least a couple weeks, so I was hoping to see all of it. Oh." She tugged on the boy's hand, earning a frown from him. "This is my son, Kamil. Say hello, Kamil."

Kamil looked away.

"...He's rather shy. I'm sorry."

"That's fine - "

"Let's play, Kamil!" Lillie shouted, rising up from her mother's hold. She grabbed his other hand and looked up at his mother. "Can we, Auntie?"

"O-oh, yes, please do! I'm sure Kamil would love to."

He sure didn't look like he wanted to. That didn't stop her, though.

"Come on! I'll show you how pretty the cherry blossoms are."

With that, she dragged him away, and their new friendship began amidst chilly wind and the scent of lilies.

~CGA