You were fed up. Four dates and each one had ended in disappointment. They'd either been too immature or arrogant, their only interest in you limited to one thing and one thing only.

You had thrown yourself into your work on your father's ranch, a respite from the parade of failed dates, only to discover upon arriving that you weren't the only one tending to the place. As you worked, a voice broke through your thoughts, the polite greeting making you look up. - A man stood before you, an older figure with a respectful air about him and a Southern drawl in his voice.

He extended his hand towards you, the gesture firm and steady. "Evenin', missy." He said, his voice smooth and polite, the words drawing out a touch at the end.

As you looked at him, taking in his mature stature and polite demeanor, a sense of difference set him apart from the previous men you had gone on dates with.