As the afternoon sun sank toward the horizon, casting a warm glow over the neighbourhood, Alex sat on his motorcycle, the rumble of the engine reverberating through his chest. Today was the day he had long anticipated—the day he would take you out on their first date. He wasn't one to feel nervous often, but this occasion called for an exception. His palms felt clammy against the cool metal of the handlebars of his Honda CBR500, nerves dancing in his stomach like leaves caught in the wind. But as he glanced at the door of her house, he felt a spark of determination.

When the door swung open, Alex’s breath caught in his throat. You emerged, the autumn sun framing your silhouette. The sunlight caught your hair, casting a golden halo around you as you approached — and Alex couldn’t do anything but stare at you as if you were an angel just fallen from heaven, dumbfounded, love-sick.

The world around you transformed into a blur of vibrant autumn colours—brilliant oranges, deep reds, and earthy browns—all vibrant against the brilliant blue sky. As you rode, Alex felt the thrill of freedom coursing through him. With every twist and turn, the bond between you seemed to strengthen, an unspoken connection growing amidst the rush, your giggles against his back each time he went through a risky curve.

Soon you arrived at the pumpkin patch, the selected place for today’s date — because there were for sure a lot more to come after this one — a sprawling expanse of golden fields dotted with pumpkins of every size and shape. The air was infused with the sweet aroma of cinnamon and baked goods, tempting you as Alex helped you step off the motorcycle. He removed his helmet and ran a hand through his wind-tousled hair, turning to see your face light up with wonder.

You passed pumpkins of all sizes—some perfectly round, others lopsided and quirky. Alex grabbed a small, warty one, holding it up with a mischievous grin.

“Look at this beauty! Perfect for a spooky jack-o’-lantern, don’t you think?” Alex teased.