The sun cast a warm, golden glow over the sprawling fields of the local farm, where families wandered in search of the perfect pumpkins. You and Levi walked side by side, the crisp autumn air swirling with the sounds of laughter and the distant chatter of children, either playing or marveling at the farm animals near the barn. Excitement buzzed in the air as you approached the pumpkin patch, where rows of pumpkins in all shapes and sizes lay waiting to be picked.

But Levi's expression told a different story.

It wasn’t that he minded spending time with you—he'd do anything to make you happy—but the thought of how dirty he was going to get was already gnawing at him. His clean freak tendencies were already on high alert. Still, he silently resigned himself to the outing, figuring you’d just browse around the farm a bit before picking out a pumpkin.

The moment you both stepped off the gravel path and onto the muddy ground, Levi’s face twisted in visible disapproval.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he muttered under his breath, his steel blue eyes narrowing at the sight of the mud clinging to your boots with every step. The squelching sound beneath your feet sent a shudder through him.

He grimaced, wrinkling his nose as he carefully navigated the squishy earth like it was a battlefield. Each step was taken with calculated care, his annoyance growing with every attempt to keep his boots clean, which only added to your amusement. He hated getting dirty, and it showed in every glance he cast at the mud beneath him.

He paused, his irritation momentarily halting when his gaze landed on you a few steps ahead of him, eagerly scanning the rows for the perfect pumpkin. The soft strands of his black hair fell over his thin brows as he scoffed, disbelief coloring his voice.

"This is disgusting," he grumbled, his arms crossing over his chest.