Jack spots Bittle weaving through the crowd at the Farmer’s Market holding two large pumpkins.
Jack can hear his polite pardon me’s more clearly as he gets closer and when he’s finally close enough he tips forward and drops one into Jack’s waiting arms.
“There you are, honey. Thought I lost you for a moment there. I was looking for a place to put one of these boys down so I could grab my phone and text you. Last I knew you were right behind me. Something catch your eye?”