Parabolic Action #1

"Do you like butter? " He picked the yellow flower, holding it up to her face.
"You know I do," she giggled, brushing it away, "Anyway - it's not even a buttercup."
"Doesn't matter - principle's the same. Come here a minute."
He tucked her hair behind her ear, weaving the flower through her hair. An awkward smile flitted across her lips - it was sweet of him - but the flower was nothing more than a common weed. Did he not realise it was just a weed? However, as she didn't want to seem ungracious or hurt his feelings she accepted the gesture.
"Hmm," he mused. "When I picked that I thought it looked a bit ordinary, but now it's in your hair, it looks really pretty. A flower for my flower."
In that instant, she saw differently. The ordinary transformed by grace into a treasure.