Autumnal harvest

She seemed to have given up before they began as her eyes fell to her feet and muttered about the tree roots. He tried to smile back at her, offering another touch as he offered condolence. Suddenly she was the one with the idea though, her voice reached him sweet and smooth. He felt his heart quicken as she returned her gaze to his caramel features. ”If it mean I may find you your wine, then yes.” He offered her eagerly, another unsummoned smile playing in his features as he led her forward towards the place of many fruit trees.