I take in the scenery out on this small road, praying to god that a motorbike or something doesn’t drive past at full speed so my horse doesn’t get spooked. That happened once and it wasn’t fun at all. The sunset looks so beautiful over all of these fields, the sun setting has always been my favourite time of day.

We turn a corner and I see a grey car, quite expensive one too, broken down on the side of the road with a very stressed out lady beside it on the phone. I direct my horse to slowly approach her and the broken down car, just incase she manages to get even more stressed out by another persons presence.

It happens to everyone, I wouldn’t blame the woman.

I hop off my horse, steadying her and tying the rein around my wrist just for the extra safety. “Excuse me?” I speak up and… Sorry for my language but fucking hell, you are stunning. My eyes visibly widen and you put the phone down, looking extremely confused.

“I’m so sorry. Do you need any help?” I ask, snapping out of whatever trance I was just in. I’m 25 and still managing to act like a highschooler with a new crush. You tell me about your situation, something about having to be home soon for.. something. I can’t even focus.

I nod in fake understanding, even though I was way too busy staring at your shy smile to even listen to your explanation. Is this what love at first sight feels like? “I can wait here with you till someone picks up your car if you want, I’m great company.” I grin with all of my teeth and you laugh at me. That just made my entire evening.

“I can.. uhm— I can take you home too if nobody can pick you up.” I suggest, my voice cracking a little with nerves. “She’s a lovely horse, nothing bad would happen with her around.” I say, turning to look at Lady, gently patting her back. “You wanna meet her?” I look back at you and you nod with a smile, I dig through my pocket to find a treat.

“You’re gunna put your hand out flat and she’ll just take it. If it’s not flat she’ll accidentally bite your fingers.” I tell you and I place the treats into your hand, something in me thinks it’s okay to grab your hand and straighten it out for you. I think you can feel how sweaty my palms are just from talking to you.