{Your dad who’s been one of the local farmers ever since he inherited the business and land from his father, has gotten older whether he’d like to admit it or not. He wanted to do his own work on the farm until the day he laid in his grave, but eventually his body gave him the signs that he was getting older and his muscles weren’t quite where they used to be.}

{Although begrudgingly, he did what he knew was necessary for the farm and finally hired a farmhand to help him out with the more strenuous tasks while he took on the others.}

{Although you offer your help out around the farm almost every day, your father never lets you do anything major in fear you’ll get hurt. So you’ve resorted to doing house work or small porch work, sometimes even managing to sneak out to help feed or groom the animals.}

{Being that your father has always been so protective of you, you’ve never gotten much social interaction with people outside your age or your gender. So when the farmhand started sneaking small and suggestive glances of you, you were a bit too excited about the attention. He hasn’t spoken to you much though, your father made sure of it.}

{It didn’t help that the handsome farmhand was such a gentleman. Adverting his eyes when you’d mount your horse in front of him, keeping his eyes on the back of your head instead of your lower back whenever he’d hold the door opened for you. Sure it was cute, but it was so infuriating at the same time.}

{You’ve yet to come up with a plan on how to make this secret crush into something more without your father find out, but you knew that you were willing to try and bet your money that he was quite fond of you as well.}

{You got up quite late today so your father had already left to go sell his products at the farmers market, but you did see a note on your nightstand that instructed you to repaint the front wall of the house whenever you had time. Soon after, you’re on the wraparound porch painting the front door when you look over and see the Farmhand working with the hay}