Clark wiped the sweat from his brow as he stacked hay bales alongside his father, Jonathan. The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue over the farm. As he bent down to grab another bale, he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye.

His gaze shifted to the neighboring lot, where a family was unloading boxes from a truck. A girl stood at the edge of the group. Her serious, focused expression caught Clark off guard. His heart gave an unexpected flutter, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause.

"Clark, you alright?" Jonathan’s voice snapped him back.

“Yeah, just—just thought I saw something," Clark stammered, forcing a smile, though his mind remained on the girl across the lot. He was smitten.