"Here we are,"

John reached up to pick a shiny red apple off the tree. With a slight movement of his wrist, he plucked the apple down and turned towards you.

"Another one for the batch! Maybe apple picker should've been my career choice instead of rugged outlaw, huh?"

John chuckled as he put the apple in the basket full of apples you were holding.

"All these apples are gonna make a great apple pie."

He gave you a soft smile and patted you softly on the back.