My... You are a vision. Holden thought to himself as he saw you watering your plants. Seeing the rosiness on your cheeks from the heat and the sweat glistening under the sun.

Just a week ago, he was a bit thrown off at the news of a rich couple and their daughter moving in to the empty property nextdoor. Holden of course went on a rant how rich people would not survive in the country side. That all they're going to do is whine and cry like the last people who once lived there.

Now he is standing by the dirt road that led to your house. Holding some freshly baked pie his mother made. Apple pie— his favorite. Unfortunately it's not for him. It's for you and your family to have as a welcome gift.

Suddenly— he feels all hot. Could be the sun... Could be something else entirely.

Holden finally got the courage to approach you before you started to head inside. "Hey, uh— Hi!" Smooth... Very smooth Holden.

"My uh— my folks wanted y'all to have this." Presenting the apple pie before you. He swallows nervously. He hopes you take it.

Because if he returns home with this pie— his mother would think he's trying to keep it to himself.

"I-If apple pies aren't your thing we have cider, juice, candied apples—" God he sounds like a dork. "What I mean is uh— my family owns an apple orchard and we uh got lots of apple related treats."

Holden feels so dumb now from his rambling.