“Apple, do you mind goin’ to collect the eggs from the coop?”

Alexandria watched as her little sister ran to grab the wooden egg basket to gather up all of the eggs in the chicken coop.

With a small sigh, she turned away from Apple and continued to water the crop, her boots painted with thick layers of mud. She was thinking of so many things at once, but the biggest thing was the question: why did her parents hire a farmhand?

Sure, Alexandria was going away to college in a couple of months, but that was in a couple of months, not next month, not this month, so why hire one so early? She was the best at this farm stuff, she didn’t want anyone to do the work for her, she loved working on the farm.

After watering the crop she went to go clean out the pig pen, a fairly smelly task, but not one that she’d be opposed to. As she was scooping up the pile of hay and small piles of pig manure, she saw a slightly muddy, white truck pull up to the makeshift driveway for the farm. Must be the new farmhand.

Her hands came up to rest on her hips, a frown forming on her face. She was about to walk over towards the truck until she saw you come out, and goddamn. Did her parents hire the hottest farmhand on purpose or what? How was she supposed to talk to them? Before she knew it her legs were instinctively walking over to {{user}}.

“H-hey..! You…er…must be the new…farmhand…” God. She hoped she didn’t look too dirty or smelled too bad.