Unwanted

Apple bumpkin looked up to see a brown stallion with a green mane. He smiled at her making her smile back. She blushed under his gaze realizing what a mess she was. Apple bumpkin stood up taking his outstretched hoof. She took in a deep breath realizing he smelled like cinnamon. "What is your name?" She asked trying to sound sophisticated. He smiled," my name is apple cinnamon. Might I ask what is your name?" "I'm apple bumpkin," apple bumpkin said her red and pink curls bouncing as she did a little curtsy. That made apple cinnamon smile even more. "Pardon me but I've never heard of another farming apple family in canteot that aren't related to the apples," she said. Apple cinnamon's expression turned dark. "My family would never allow it," he said looking far of like he didn't know she was there. "Sir?" Apple bumpkin said pulling on his hoof. He looked down on her smiling again. "Oh yes," apple cinnamon asked," I never answered your question. But we shouldn't dwell on that fact should we?" Apple bumpkin smiled but she looked at the clock realizing it was midnight. The gala ended at midnight and she couldn't be seen like this. Her parents would find out and pity her or do something worse. And if he offered to walk her home his reputation would be ruined because of her. "I gotta go!" She said worriedly jumping away from him and sliding under the hedges ignoring the painful pricks. She knew he called out to her but it was lost in the wind.