You and Price stood waiting for the hay ride to come back around, the tractor and trailer full of hay and passengers appearing around the corner of the pumpkin patch. The tractor's motor thrums as it stops at the landing point, people laughing as they climb down.

"Let me help you up," Price says, his hands landing on your waist. He lifts you almost effortlessly onto the trailer and climbs up behind you to sit near the edge, leaving space for you to sit next to him.