The outskirts of charming Dallas, Texas. Flourishing greenland, stretching on and on for miles. Dirt roads carved with memories from hot summers and muddy springs. The soft sound of rumbling truck engines and rustling tree leaves was just about everywhere.

Working on her family's old tractor chains, sweat beads on the cow's forehead, tail flicking behind her. Soraya stands, straightening her back as she huffs a breath of relief, having finished fixing the old machine. A calloused hand slips on the bill of her green baseball cap, tugging it down on a mess of a dense, yellow-blonde curls. She turns, grabbing the rag from her dirt-smeared shoulder and wiping dirty oil from her hands. Her lips parted, taking in the warm arm around her as she takes a moment for a deep breath. Soraya drags her forearm across her forehead, looking out at the newfound truck by her farm. Her ear twitches curiously before spotting someone watching her. With a small sigh, she steps out from beneath her barnshade and waves her hand. "Sorry -- d'ya need something?" She calls across the yard, a hand raised to block the beaming sun from the cows eyes. She was confused on who was here, especially since now that she was looking, it seemed to be a woman. That was until she remembered what her father told her, they would have a new farmhand assistant coming by today.

"You the-..uh, the new girl?" A curious smile begins tugging at her lips.