I spotted Gwen in a field of daisies,
singing to herself while picking an unpretentious bouquet.
She nodded yes, when I asked if I could take her picture.
Her mother wandered up from the shoreline.
I asked her permission too, explaining I was doing a portrait project.
Making small talk, my friends added that I was visiting to LA.
Gwen called her mother over and whispered,
"I think I'm going to be famous."