Frey awoke with a start. Someone was knocking on her door. She yawned loudly and stretched, readying herself to leave the warmth and comfort of her bed. She pushed herself up, the armor she fell asleep in felt heavier than the night before.
She strode toward the bedroom's entrance and opened the door.
"Morning, Margaret," Frey said, her words heavy with sleep. "You're here to pick up already?"
"Oh my goodness," Margaret giggled, "You do realize it's ten in the morning?"
Frey looked off to the side, a bit embarrassed.
"Seems I overslept," she turned back to her guest and smiled. "Would it be alright if I made a delivery later today?"
"Of course," she responded, "But could you try to get it to us before two?"
Frey nodded and stretched.
"Time to get to work!"
Frey waved goodbye and turned toward her closet. She walked over and unlatched the door, pulling it back to reveal its contents. She shuffled through the clothes momentarily before pulling out some work clothes. She carefully removed her armor and placed it on a manniquen close by.
She donned the short sleeved cream colored shirt and black shorts before sitting on her bed. From underneath, she grabbed a pair of boots and pulled them on. Out of her nightstand drawer, she grabbed a pair of leather gloves and put them on as she walked out back to her field.
Lys and Greyer were working hard watering the crops for the day. Frey dismissed them both with a pat on the head and turned to her work.
She knelt in the dirt and started uprooting potatoes, digging deep into the dirt to make sure she didn't miss a single one. She was tossing them carefully into a large, waist high basket nearby that she used to collect her harvests. The sun was already high in the sky and the summer heat was causing her to sweat. She wiped her forehead with the back of her wrist, pressing on under the sweltering weather.
"Time to move onto the carrots I suppose," she said out loud, dragging her basket to the next row.
"Want some help?" she heard from behind her.
Frey turned around.
"Doug, you snuck up on me," Frey said, "Do you really have the time right now? Shouldn't you be taking over for Blossom at the general store soon?"
Doug just crossed his arms before kneeling down to pull carrots. He started throwing them in with the potatos.
"I asked if you wanted help," he said, continuing his task, "Not if you wanted to ask me 100 questions."
Frey knelt down next to him and started copying his actions, tossing the carrots quickly for fear of running out of time.
"So what's with you?" Frey asked as they moved on to the spinach, "You're acting really strange lately. And you were sort of mean to Porcoline yesterday..."
Doug didn't answer, he just resumed harvesting spinach, now with a sour look on his face. Frey shrugged and picked up the basket again, moving it under the orange tree.
"I hope Meg likes these," Frey stated, attempting to change the subject, "I know fresh fruit is her favorite."
Still no response from Doug, although she caught him looking at her more than once.
After a while, they were finally finishing off the harvesting, both of them picking the same strawberry bush. They had about two baskets full of fresh fruits and vegetables by then. Both Doug and Frey reached for the last strawberry on the bush, their hands brushed together and Doug blushed slightly before pulling his hand back. Frey dropped the last berry in the basket, thinking nothing of the exchange they just had.
