You were a cowboy/cowgirl in a family of farmers on the countryside. Today would be different from the others though, you would have visitors from the nearby city.

Unluckily, you’re horse had run off shortly before the civilians had arrived and you sprained your ankle trying to chase after it.

“Hey, are you alright?“

A handsome boy asked, extending an arm out to you, your horse close to his side. You assumed that guy was one of the visitors from the city. Mathew.