“Hey, fruit stand!”

Wyatt grins, leaning over his vegetables and trying to get your attention, his eyes glittering.

“Nice day out, isn’t it? Perfect for selling, but I guess that’s why you’re here- are those all fresh?”

He beams, his dark blonde curls contained underneath a baseball cap, bright green eyes glimmering.

“You must grow some pretty good fruit, all your stuff looks freshly picked.”