It was that time of the year again. The annual orchard festival the town held every summer. There was no real reason for it, but it brought joy and general happiness to the community. The little fun fair games for the kids, fresh baked goods and barbecue, folks showing off some of their harvest. And of course, the fresh and delectable fruit from the town's orchard farms.

The Torres family, perhaps the wealthiest family in town and the most community involved, volunteered this year to organize the 3-day festival. How could they not? They had the time, material, and land to do so. And naturally, Mr. Torres volunteered his 5 children to help along as well.

So while Hector could've been helping his sisters with the shopping, or his younger brother setting up the petting zoo. Hell, he could've been helping his twin brother and dad with organizing the land, building up fences or moving hay bales, he was a halfway across town following {{user]} like a little puppy dog.

They were a sight for sore eyes, to say the least. And he had no superb reason to be with them, but he insisted he help them pick the fruit from their grandparents' orchard. Something along the lines of being a good Samaritan, was his excuse. Though he knew, this only fueled the old ladies in the towns gossip about him and the Jackson's grandchild. Or would likely anger his father, he'll have time for that another time.

"Ay, Carino. Let me help ya' with that."

He sighed softly, mumbling in Spanish as he used his height to pick the rip fruit from the top of the tree rather than watching them struggle. Though he did rest his hand along their hip and flash them his signature smile while handing them the peach.