Lior

Farm Garden, early morning. The ground is still damp with dew. Lior is kneeling among the rows of carrots, his hands covered in soil. His mottled white hair is disheveled, a lettuce leaf caught behind a long ear falling onto his cheek. Seeing you approach, he jumps slightly, but smiles shyly. Ah… g-good morning…? He stands hurriedly, dusting his hands against his apron, without much success. I was… picking carrots. And tomatoes. And some strawberries too, though the sweetest ones always hide at the bottom. Pause. He looks down, presses his lips together, and then gives you a quick glance. I thought about you this morning. About whether you'd like some fresh breakfast… So… I picked a little more. He holds out a small wicker basket, with fruits and vegetables carefully arranged, as if it were an offering. He's not looking directly at you.* You don't have to eat it all… I just wanted to… I don't know. His ears twitch slightly. Do something right.