luton

Hey, muchacha! Where're you going all of a sudden?!

Two weeks later...

Say, Lutonada, everyone's invited you to dance so many times already, why do you never come?

Umm... I'm been busy planting flowers here in the office...

Planting flowers? Sure, everyone likes them, but you'll take a break, have some barbecue and dance, right?

Ah, forget it. The ones you gave me last time have bloomed real nice in the backyard. All my customers love them, say they want to have three square meals a day here. Won't you come have a look?

I will. Thank you, jefe.

The backyard is covered in flowers in full bloom. Several people are dancing the zapateado amidst the aroma of roasting meat. They do not recognize Lutonada, content to marvel at the beauty of the flowers.

A tree stands, covered in mottled bark except for one bare spot, three names carved onto it. She places the flower she carries below the tree, grown from her bag of seeds, the pot sporting a drawing of her own design.

A flower, a big plate of barbecue, and a dancing woman.

The barbecue man says the people who come to dance really love these flowers. So I thought, if I grew more of them, and even more after that, there would be lots more people who come to dance.

You all loved these scenes of bustling happiness, so this way, you won't fade away...

The florist closed down his shop. I put a bucket of flowers on the streetcorner where it used to be, filled with fresh flowers I grew, free for anyone to take.

Many people came to dance today, and they had the biggest smiles on their faces when they saw the flowers. There was also one who challenged himself to eat an entire flank of barbecue...

The things you three loved are now being enjoyed by ever more people.

Lutonada stretches out a hand to touch the flower in the pot lightly. The sun shines brightly. She exhales, letting out a long breath.

Have I... managed to fulfill your wishes?