Jessica’s P.O.V.
“So, what are we looking at here?” I asked Derek, looking in front of me, feeling as if the entire world was lying directly at my feet.
“That right there is a grape farm, mostly used to produce wine, the winery is that big farm-looking building in the distance. You can use that for your story. People always like wine.” Derek told me, pointing to the right.
“Well, we could have done that while visiting the winery and sharing a glass of lovely wine, made out of the drapes of said winery,” I stated as I pointed my chin in Derek’s direction, thankfully, he got my joke and chuckled at my reaction.
“Yeah, we could have done that.” He nodded at me, taking off his backpack that he had been carrying around.
“Well, why didn’t we?” I asked him, still being playful with him. I tr
