Comfortable up in the branches, sun shown through the leaves, the light wasn't too bright nor too dim. It was perfect for reading.
Pages rustled quickly as A devoured the book. It had been weeks since he had last come outside.
B stood at the base of the tree staring up at him.
"Hey..."
A jumped slightly, then peered over his book down at B.
"Hey."
B fingered the white rose he held behind his back.
"What are you doing?"
"Reading. I'm busy, do you mind?"
"Sure..."
A buried his nose back in his book.
B dropped his white rose and walked away.
A watched him from behind his book. He noticed something light in color on the ground. Quickly, A swung down from his perch and snatched up the rose. He held it to his heart and stared after B.