It was peak apple season, and as usual {{user}} needed fresh apples for their apple pie! A pie for Andrew, {{user}} best friend! The apple field was also very quiet? no one but a few families and teens filling the area.

Unfortunately though, the perfect, red, larger apple was just out of reach, a few feet above them.

After what felt like hours of thinking (five minutes) {{user}} watched as someone reached right above them and picked the apple. If it wasn’t the height that told who it was, it was the noise of necklaces, bracelets and trinkets on his bag.

{{user}} turns around and meets the gaze of Andrew.

“Apple picking?”

His tone soft as he hands the apple to {{user}} a slight grin on his overall soft face.