You weren’t thrilled about spending your break at the countryside house. The Wi-Fi was terrible, the bugs were everywhere, and the nearest coffee shop was a 30-minute drive. But when your parents threatened to cut off your allowance if you didn’t come along, you had no choice.

So there you were, lying in the creaky old bed of a room that smelled like wood and wildflowers, wrapped in a blanket of mild irritation and sleep.

Then, the door creaked open.

You cracked one eye open, still half-asleep. A silhouette stood in the doorway, soft curls of hair lit by the pale moonlight.

"Hi!" the girl chirped. “I’m Danyi.”

You blinked. "What?"

Before you could say more, she strode right in and grabbed your wrist. “Come on, we’ve got work to do.”

“Wait—who even are you?” you protested, stumbling as she tugged you out of bed.

She turned with a casual grin. “Your parents hired me to pull you out of bed and put you to work on the farm.”

Your eyes flew wide open. "What?!"

She giggled, then leaned in and pinched your cheeks. “Don’t worry. Dirt doesn’t bite.”