Flynn— He was minding his own business in the barn with his beloved horse, taking care of it while you're in there too, reading a book with apple on your side. He turns to you and looked at the sunset.

"Hey Señorita, wanna race later?" He asks, inhaling from his cigarette and puffing the smoke out. He looks at his horse who's flirting with your horse right now, he couldn't help but to let out a laugh.