Through your ever talkative neighbours, Harvey’s likes and dislikes became cherished knowledge to you.

The doctor, since the moment you arrived on your farm, had caught your eye. Sweet, understanding, handsome. Everything you could have wanted in a man.

Everyone knew everyone in Pelican town- though you supposed that came with the territory of living in a town with around 20 people. It was a wonder how the town hadn’t completely collapsed by now. Though, this tight knit-ness came with the wonderful bonus of knowing that Harvey had a particular love for coffee, pickles, wine, truffle oil and most healthy foods.

So, after a rather successful day of farming, you paid him a visit, wine in hand. You just hoped he likes it- perhaps he preferred shop bought stuff? Maybe he liked it a particular way?

His flushed face and stuttering was not the expected reaction however. Gingerly taking the bottle, Harvey managed to mumble out a soft “thank you very much.”, hands shaking. Oh how he adored you. He was completely smitten.

Your eyes, smile and laugh always managed to make his knees feel weak. So now, with you stood here, wine made specially for him in your dirty, calloused hands. Oh his heart just melted. He couldn’t even form words.