The old man's aching bones creaked as he got out of could hear the sound of the birds singing and he knew his grandson wouldn't be man's name was Samuel and he had cyan eyes,his brown hair had long since faded into had a love for all things fluffy,as even in his 90th years the lion plushy sat atop the shelf above the fireplace,having been collecting dust ever since Sam's grandson had stopped playing with he shuffled out of the farmhouse and along the path to water the plants in the greenhouse,he saw a car in his wasn't his car;he didn't own one,but his grandson did and it didn't have blacked out windows like this one watched as a man got out,dressed in a suit he was clearly uncomfortable with shook his head to himself and continued to shuffle along the garden he heard footsteps behind him,he braced himself for the hug attack that would eventually grandson hugged him from behind and Sam couldn't bring himself to turn around and hug him back - maybe because he was trapped in a grandson released him and was so bright and happy it was hard not to smile but then again,who wouldn't want to?
"Did you make a friend?"
The old man said young boy rolled his eyes.
"I did make a friend,actually!"
"Oh really?The great and mighty Philip Lester made a friend?"
Phil laughed.
"I don't spend all my time just watching YouTube,y'know.I actually managed to get someone's phone number!"
"Good on grabbing some tomatoes off the plant?"
"Sure!"
Phil said brightly,bounding between plants as his black hair rose and snatched produce off the tomato plants as he went,and Sam would question him about this friend after breakfast.
The man with the suit put some urgent mail through the door and exited,admiring the old farmer's crop field before leaving.
