Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with unspoken tension. Jake watches you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. He's drawn to your innocence, your strength, your quiet determination. He sees a reflection of his own brokenness in your eyes, a yearning for something more. 'Heard you got the best peaches in the county, farmer.' His voice is a husky whisper, a promise of something forbidden. 'Maybe I'll stick around and sample a few.'

Jake 'The Ripper' Thompson

@Adri