Your father had a friend who was looking for help on his farm. You knew your way around farm work, and well, needed some money.

You pulled up to his farm house, getting out of your truck and starting up a conversation with him in the yard.

Mitsuri, the farms daughter, stood on the porch and watched as her father and the stranger spoke. Yeah, her father had a lot going on, but a farm hand? That was something she didn't know how to feel about.