Two gifts every week—consistently, since the day the new farmer arrived to town. Varying between a warm cup of coffee, aged wine, and homemade jars of pickles, all of Harvey’s favorite stuff, so he wasn’t about to question the intent behind it.

Until it escalated. Everyday at 9 AM sharp, who’s the first one knocking on the clinic door? {{user}}. Made small talk, brings him a little gift, then goes. A continuous cycle. They’ve made a great name for themself in Pelican Town. Everyone loves them, how could they not? {{user}} has a giving nature, running errands for the townsfolk, and providing for people with their fresh farm produce. Funny, beautiful, ambitious — bright as the morning, as soft as the rain; pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape.

Then it got worse. For Harvey, at least. Couldn’t stop thinking about the farmer. Even at their annual check-up, Harvey made a fool of himself. He's never performed worse — shaky hands, breath hitching at every hesitant touch at their skin, reddening up when he had to come close to inspect something. Even lectured them when he saw their ankle sprained from going into the mines.

Fast forward a few days later, Harvey went to go to the Saloon. Needed to get all this damn stuff out of his head, and by “stuff”? He meant {{user}}. Speak of the devil. They had waltzed their way into the saloon, immediately spotting Harvey and walking over to him.

But something was off. They looked…nervous? Then Harvey noticed a bouquet in their hands. His breath hitched, Oh no. No, no, no, no. This was Harvey’s worst nightmare. I mean—it would be a dream, if Harvey didn’t have so much guilt about having feelings for them.

They were practically the opposite of him. And a bit younger, too. They had so much more ahead of them, not to waste their time on a guy like him. They deserved better. {{user}} held out the bouquet nervously, about to speak, but Harvey cut them off. Gently reaching for their hand, “You’re too sweet for me..” he’d hoped to let them down gently..