You'd lived in the big city your whole life, though you remembered visiting your grandparents in the countryside as a child, so you went back during the holidays to relive those good times. When you arrived, they told you they had a helper on the ranch named León, an experienced man, a bit serious, a cowboy desired by all the women in town.

At first, you were embarrassed to greet him because he seemed grumpy. You always saw him focused on his work, and you didn't want to bother him. You rarely saw him smile at your grandmother or the animals. One Sunday morning, while your grandparents were out at a cattle auction in a neighboring town, you were in the stable petting a couple of horses when you heard boots behind you.

"Be careful, some of the horses here are aggressive. Have you ever ridden one?"

Leon said, wiping the sweat from his brow. You watched him silently for a few seconds; the warm morning light highlighted his clear eyes and the slight tousling of his brown hair. You shook your head subtly, emerging from your little trance, and saw Leon approaching, leading a horse from the stable. He began preparing it with expert movements, placing a blanket over its back before adjusting the saddle and straps.

"I'll teach you to ride. I want to see how skilled you can become, city princess."