Today's Prompt: Character A meets Character B in a pumpkin patch and they both want the same one.
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George had promised his daughter Ruby that they could go to the pumpkin patch this year. Last year she was so upset they couldn't go because of Covid. George kept an eye on the little red head as she searched for her perfect pumpkin. George smiled to himself as he found the perfect pumpkin and bent down to cut the vine.
"Hey." A strong voice from above him boomed, "What if I wanted that pumpkin?"
George looked up and almost considered giving the man the pumpkin. He was tall, dark, and handsome. The leather jacket squeezed his toned biceps through the sleeves and George felt himself swooning.
"Sorry about it, I promised my daughter we'd find the perfect pumpkins." George smiled at the guy hoping to not start a scene with Mr. Perfect in the pumpkin patch on a Sunday morning.
"Well I saw it first." Joe wasn't sure what had gotten into him today. Maybe it was the fact his parents had dragged him out with his other siblings and their kids.
'Family bonding' is what she called it. All morning she had spent rambling about all the nice women at her church he could marry. Okay, it defiantly was that. It was also the constant coddling Joe had been under since he came back home after losing his leg in Iraq.
It had been well over five years and she somehow still found a way to tell everyone about her 'war hero' son.
Before George could say anything else the little red head no older than six, in a pumpkin sweater and neon green and black striped leggings skipped over. "Papa!" She threw her arms around him, "I found the pumpkin I want!"
"Did you?" George smiled as he picked up his daughter balancing her on his hip, "Hey if you really want this pumpkin. You can have it."
Joe looked at the deep brown eyes he swore he could get lost in. The messy brown hair, his slightly crooked teeth, the way he just seemed perfect? But George was the kinda guy to just give a stranger his jacket if they were in need. George was a people person while Joe was very much not.
"No you can have it," Joe sighed rubbing the back of his neck slightly embarrassed.
"You sure? Because Ruby has quite the eye for perfect pumpkins." George smiled at his daughter and she nodded.
"Yeah," Joe nodded.
"Ruby why don't you go find him another pumpkin near by?" George set her down and she nodded running off but not getting too far.
"I'm sorry," Joe shook his head, "My parents just drag me out to do stuff like this."
"It's fine, really. But if you aren't too picky I'd like to take you on a date." George smiled, "I think I can show you a gourd time."
Joe cracked a smile at the stupid joke, "Sure, I'm Joe by the way."
"George," he shook his hand and pulled out his phone, "Here type in your number."
"How does Thursday sound?" Joe asked as he typed in his phone number.
"Sounds perfect...I'll uh be in touch." George hummed.
"Papa! I found one!" Ruby pointed at a pumpkin.
"Okay! Let's show Joe!" George nodded as the taller followed him.
