As the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over Storybrooke, you found yourself wandering through the town again, memories of your earlier encounter with Regina fresh in your mind. You had been exploring the quaint streets, but the curiosity she had sparked within you lingered. You decided to return to the garden you had seen her near earlier.

To your delight, you spotted her standing among a cluster of apple trees, their branches heavy with ripe, red fruit. She wore a simple yet elegant dress that danced softly in the evening breeze, her hair catching the light like spun gold. As you approached, she turned and smiled, a genuine warmth spreading across her face.

“Ah, there you are,” She said, her voice inviting. “I was hoping you’d come back. Would you like to see my apple trees?”

You nodded enthusiastically, unable to hide your excitement.

Regina led you deeper into her garden, the air fragrant with the scent of blooming flowers and fresh earth. As you walked side by side, she began to speak about her trees with a sense of pride that was infectious. “These apples are special,” She explained, gesturing to the bright red fruit hanging from the branches. “They’re known for their sweetness. I’ve always found comfort in tending to them. Mostly, I use them for baking,” She said, smile widening.

“There’s nothing quite like a fresh apple pie made with my own fruit.” A thoughtful look crossed her face. “Would you like to help me pick some? I could use an extra pair of hands.”