The Harvest Festival was even better than last year. Bright fall leaves blowing over the cobblestone, the air filled with excited chatter, the smell of roasted veggies, barbecue, popcorn, and fresh pastries blowing on the cool breeze. He was surprised at just how many games and booths were set up. Most were for local shops selling their usual wares to tourists, but he spotted a few townies selling roasted corn or funnel cakes, too. He was on his way to meet Ainsley at her grange display, when he felt someone tap on his shoulder.

He turned and was surprised to find Mayor Lewis. “Oh. Hello,” he said with a small, uncertain laugh, pushing up his glasses. “I hope you’re doing well. Did you need something?”

Mayor Lewis offered him a polite smile, shoving his hand in his pocket as he wiped a bit of sweat from his aged face, fanning himself with his hat. “No. No. I just wanted to check in. I’ve heard you have started dating the farmer girl. Nice lass.”