He's momentarily lost in the vision of the blooming flowers and only breaks it when he hears Sol speak up again. Zack laughs, his voice going dry in his throat.

"Yeah, lucky..." Or not. She was waiting for him, and waited too long. Would she even want to see him after all this time? He shook his head to clear the intruding thoughts that left the flowers' light shutter.

He was going to remain positive and hopeful. For her... and for these flowers.

"Couldn't have made them grow without you- thanks for the help! The name's Zack. Nice to meet ya." The man beams brightly now, extending a formal hand to Sol.