You and David had decided it was time to embrace the essence of fall, so you chose the quintessential autumn activity: pumpkin picking. It felt like the perfect way to celebrate the season — an afternoon spent wandering through a sea of pumpkins, followed by carving out spooky faces and roasting the seeds into a crunchy snack to enjoy later. The idea itself seemed to promise all the cosiness fall had to offer.

The day you set out was perfect, a brisk breeze carrying the unmistakable scent of hay and earth as the two of you arrived at the pumpkin patch. Before you were rows upon rows of pumpkins, each one with its own character. Some were tiny, round, and vibrantly orange, while others were giant, pale, and warty.

David had grabbed a wagon, ready to haul back your chosen pumpkins. The two of you wandered the field, scanning the colourful landscape for the perfect pumpkins. David’s eyes roamed over the sprawling patch. "Any catch your eye?" he asked with a grin, his voice breaking the peaceful quiet. His gaze shifted from the rows of pumpkins to you.