‘tis the season 17k
Daryl remembers her farm only vaguely, a long dirt path and an old farmhouse looming out of the dark, old but well-loved. A barn in the distance. It had been dark and a few years ago, he doesn't remember much else.
"What do you grow?"
Beth's face lights up like the Christmas tree in the corner at the question and she spends the next several minutes regaling him with their crop production and the livestock, the farmer's markets she's started selling everything at.
"I'm trying to get our stuff into a few of the local markets but no takers so far. The diner has started using our eggs."
Daryl can't help the small smile on his face as she speaks, she's so animated and excited.
"What?" she asks catching the look he's giving her, a faint pink blooming across her cheeks.
He mumbles, "Nothing." and Beth's smile only grows.
"Don't, nothing," she mumbles back. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Daryl taps his fingers on his mug and feels his ears heating up. He hopes she can't tell with his hair covering them. "Just nice is all. Seeing someone so excited about what they do."
Beth's smile widens, "I love the farm. It's home to me."
Daryl nods as if he actually knows what that feels like when the reality is the closest thing he feels to home these days is right here in this booth with her.
