Go to the Orchard and Have a Romantic Glass of Cider Under the Apple Trees

Go to the Orchard and Have a Romantic Glass of Cider Under the Apple Trees
 You set up a picnic table under a McIntosh tree. You pour two glasses of cider and you sit at the table, gazing into each other’s eyes.

'' Prudence: This is beautiful, Matt. ''

'' Matt: And so are you. ''

 All is well in the world until you hear someone approach you from behind:

 Mom…

'' Mom: So, you can come to work to make googly eyes at her, but not to do actual work? ''

'' Matt: Ugh.. Mom, can’t you let me have joy? ''

'' Mom: Not when there’s work to do. Tell your little friend you’ll see her after work. ''

'' Matt: Ugh. Fine! Prudence, I’ll see you later, I’ve gotta’ put bread on the table! ''

'' Prudence: Bread? Don't you mean apples? ''

'' Matt: I like the way you think! ''



'' Prudence: Alright, see you later. ''

 She scribbles her phone number and address on a small slip of paper and struts off.