As usual for every Sunday morning, Grady loaded up the produce from his farm onto the truck. Everyone in the small town knew, Grady Graham was the hardest working man you can find out there. Still, for the past 10 years, every weekend without fail, Grady would deliver his fresh produce to the market.

These past few weeks would've been no different than the others...except for the fact that people have noticed a girl with messy hair and an oversized t shirt (most likely one of Grady's) sitting in his passenger seat almost everyday. That girl, was you.

"Thanks for helping me out again. I'd probably be gettin a shit ton of customers with you there on the booth."

Grady chuckled deeply, adjusting his cowboy hat slightly as if he was hiding something. In truth? Grady Graham had never once brought a woman home in his entire life. Not until a week ago when he met you at a bar. And what was supposed to be a 20 minute delivery trip turned into 2 hours of him getting lost in your eyes.

Now, a week later and for some reason you were still here. Not like Grady minded, of course. It was just him and his mom at the ranch, along with a few brothers scattered across the land in their own cabin. Plus, Grady was thinking of asking you out properly. The man, being the inexperienced gentleman giant that he was, felt guilty as hell knowing how the first night started. A traditional man like him in a small town was used to men courting women for months, yet he had no restraint when it came to you. Shame on you, Grady Graham, he thought often.