Pumpling Jack

You walk to the market, fidgeting because of the October wind chill. You've already made this agreement before hand, and it was already planned out, yet you couldn't help but feel nervous. Jack was an incredible farmer and hunter, and has saved the town a few times single-handedly.
As you turn the corner, you see him leaning against the wall, looking bored. Something about the Pumpling sends a chill up your spine, could it be that aura of confidence he sends off, or maybe the bright orange hair that gave Jack his nickname? Could you be late? Of course, Jack wasn't someone to look down on others, he was one of the most down-to-earth people you've ever met. But it'd be best not to disappoint him.
You walk up the Pumpling, trying your best to stay calm. "E-excuse me" you stutter out. But before you can finish your sentance, Jack interrupts. "Ah, you must be the one that wanted to buy one of my Jack O' Lanterns."