Sunny had been spending a lot of time with Ivy and the baby when he wasn’t teaching. Solstice was still such a tiny thing she mostly slept cried and ate. Still it was lovely to be with the baby often they would nap together, the little girl resting on his chest, her tiny head on his shoulder.

Today he figured that it would be good to let Ivy and Sebby have time with their little blond baby. He needed to check over some of the plants anyway. They were the late blooming flowers and plants. Even check on the soil for the winter plants. The weather here was similar to his desert home of Arizona back in the states. They didn’t get much of a winter, just mild temperatures and rain. The lowest temperatures were reserved for June and July, the sun still hanging high.

First Sunny had to make sure that his kitten had food and water before grabbing his snap back. Quickly he re rolled the bill and then placed it on his head. It was a lovely day, making for a lovely walk down the sidewalk to the school.

Of course first he had to stop by the green house. Sunny loved his plants and even managed to talk the Dean into letting him make an expansive outdoor guarding. Sunny was the one that maintained the whole thing, everyday making sure that all of his plants were happy, even the carnivorous ones.

Once the greenhouse was taken care of Sunny started checking over everything outside. There were rows and rows of mostly flowers. Some were magical and some where muggle. His favorite were some that would kaleidoscope through colors. They were still in bloom, trying to ride it out until the rain started to pour.

As he walked through the flower beds Sunny gently hummed. Every so often also talking to the flowers, asking how they had been doing. Often people thought he might have been crazy for speaking to his plants as extensively as he did. Sunny believed that plants did react to vibes and he had positive ones to spare.

Coming up to the bluest flowers he had ever had the pleasure to grow he spotted a girl, lounging and taking advantage of the sun. Sunny was a curious soul. More than that he loved just talking to new people. “What’s the book?” He called out peaking over the flowers as his hands were digging into the dirt to get rid of a weed that had sprouted.

The girl was as beautiful a the flowers he had been working with. And of course Sunny had a smitten little grin on his face because of it. He was a man that loved puppy love. First glance was not out of the question to capture his attentions completely. And he was part of a society that loved to fall in love. Of course he wasn’t going to just pummel the girl with his confessions. As quick to it all he was Sunny knew better.

He quickly plucked the rest of the weed from the ground putting it in the small cardboard box that was too be added to the compost bin he had in the greenhouse. Sunny then moved a little closer to her, careful of the blooms, making sure he wasn’t about to squish one.

Her voice was just as captivating as her looks. The words twisted in the sounds of more than one place. Working in New Zealand had been a treat not only because it just a breath taking place but because he got to meet people from every part of the globe. Of course he was terrible at placeing any sort of accent and generally he was bad at having languages stick. There were times that english itself was harder. Sunny was never that book smart but he made up for it with optimism and a green thumb.

“I’ve never heard of it!” He might have at some point. His mother loved to have books around. When she was finally bed ridden because of her cancer she would devour them, sometimes reading them outloud to her son. So he knew some of the stories from the classics but couldn’t ever say what book they actually came from.

Sunny looked back at the flowers smiling at them. All the plants around the campus were his pride and joy. For a lot of people they were more shocked he had the attention span to make sure each and every single one was bright and healthy. “Thank you.” He giggled more than thrilled to hear such a lovely compliment about his flowers.

“Oh yeah!?” He perked up. “Well I’m here a lot, taking care of the plants and stuff!” Sunny adjusted the hat on his head so that the bill was now at the back of his head. Calling himself a teacher was never something he liked to do. He taught herbology sure, but it was more just spreading the love of plants to him. “I’m Sunny,” He then introduced whipping the dirt from his hands on his pants before holding one out to shake.

Of course he caught her blushing, and that just made Sunny even happier. A lot of people thought that he was a lot to handle. He was only happy and happier. Of course Sunny didn’t see an issue with that. Why not be happy? The world was bright and wonderful and all the people in it were beautiful and friendly. That was the naivety in him.

Sunny had tragedy in his life they all added up to him having the chronic amnesia. It was a defence mechanism that went haywire and then ran on overdrive. All the bad in his life was locked away so now all he had was sunshine and rainbows. Sunny thought that is was his job to bring those smiles to the world, and the best way he knew how was to plant and grow flowers. Another was just being the best friend he could be to everyone he met.

He listened to her explain the book, and was more interested in how her words sounded rather than what they were saying. Still he listened. “No you did great!” He exclaimed. “ It sounds super good. Love stories are always the best.” He didn’t want her to be embarrassed but the blush was adorable.

“French?” Sunny said, he accent now clicking in his head. “Oh no, but I think it is very beautiful.” His grin changed into a charming crooked smile. Every little thing that he was learning about her was making him fall more.

“Ah, plants I just understand I guess,” Again he chuckled. Sunny had no explanation for his green thumb. Sunny raised his eyebrows excited to hear that she had an interest in the plants. “Then you should! “ He was a firm believer that everyone should have a garden. Even if it was just a little thing that sat in a window.

Her handshake was gentle and warm, like she seemed to be now when they were talking. “I think it’s a very pretty name, for a very pretty lady.” Sunny complemented. “I like Cece too though. It is nice to meet you too.” The nickname was catchy and cute.