One-hundred-and-twelve-year-old Celandine slowly walked to where Matthias sat. She set herself down and turned to him. “What are you thinking about?” Celandine asked.
“About the day we met. It was exactly one hundred years ago today. You were in that tree and kept climbing higher and higher. I ripped my best shirt climbing after you.”
Celandine giggled. “I’ll bet your mother was mad.”
“Oh yes. She asked why I had climbed up in the first place. How was I supposed to tell her it had been a lovely pair of hazel eyes?”
Celandine smiled and the two sat silently, remembering.