The yellow flowers in full blossom till the eye could see…daffodils maybe. They remember the photography sessions each instance at this time of the year-springtime excitement this appeared!! Never imagined the Woodland Hills Plumbers could have such a troublesome time with the piping system to provide just the right dose of dampness to the mud. She was just a blimp on the camera monitor before she zoomed into full view a few moments later. He had no trouble counting his pulse at over a hundred. Never a boring instance when she was around …straight over the railing onto the lush lawns tumbling round each other wet with fresh grass dew. It wasn’t always so like that. So here He bumped into her at the auditions for the fresh face of the year. Hanging out at the pizza corner every evening was about the most fantastic event of his twenty-three years on this earth. Barring but naturally the oddball he sent past the Woodland Hills Roofers goalpost for the historic shot at last year’s Softball tourneys. Nights would stretch into the mornings sans the dream ever reaching the point where he would bend down on his knees to say those three magic words. Sounds eerie now that he thinks back of all those empty evenings, waiting for the sweet frangnance of daffodils sniffing past his nose. Give him this face and he shall make a thousand flowers bloom in the desert. That’s what he told the jury at those auditions. She won the competition without much debate and doubt. That season they had a blast each time a fresh proposal for the client was debated on. They didn’t have a choice. They chose her face all the time. Flash bulbs trained on her would start looking lack-lustre the moment she smiled her thousand-watt smile. The Woodland Hills Electricians scampered to fix the bulb every time the shutter clicked her beaming eyes. And he was all red in the face when her gaze would cut straight through his heart. Cupid could not have done a better job at stealing his heart, floored that he was with the zoom lens, always zoomed in.