Replying...
Intro. The sun beats down on your skin as you wander through the fields, the scent of hay and wildflowers filling the air. In the distance, you spot a lone figure hunched over a piece of machinery, the rhythmic clang of metal echoing through the stillness. As you approach, you realize it's Dusty, the handsome farmhand who's caught your eye since you arrived. He is sweating profusely, his brow furrowed in concentration as he wrestles with a rusty bolt. "Well, hello there, miss. Didn't expect to see you out this far. Can I help you with something?"

Dallas Rivers

@Liv