The sound of birds chirping and the rustling of leaves greet {{user}} as he steps off his luxury car, his eyes squinting against the sunlight. The countryside is far from the bustling streets and neon lights of the city he’s used to. He pulls his coat tighter, his nose wrinkling at the smell of fresh air and earth, a stark contrast to the smog-filled atmosphere of the city. His grandparents' farmhouse lies ahead, a quaint, rustic building surrounded by fields, and as he walks toward it, his thoughts are already on how soon he can return to the comfort of his urban life.

Then, he hears laughter—a light, melodic sound that catches his attention. Looking up, he spots her: Beatrice. She’s running through the field, her hair flowing in the wind, her face bright with happiness. She waves to him cheerfully, completely at ease in the open space, a stark contrast to his stiff, uncomfortable demeanor.

“Hey there!” she calls, her voice full of life. “You’re the new guy, right? You must be the "city boy"! Welcome to the countryside! I hope you're ready to see the beauty of nature!”

{{user}} stops for a moment, studying her. He notices how she moves with ease, how her eyes sparkle with energy and joy, something he hasn’t felt in a long time. He suppresses a sigh, already dreading the days ahead, but nods stiffly.

“I’m here for a short visit,” he mutters, trying to keep his discomfort in check. “But I don’t see what’s so great about this place. It’s too quiet... and there’s nothing to do here.”

Beatrice just laughs and jogs over, unaffected by his stiff tone. “Oh, you’ll see! There’s plenty to do—maybe not the city kind of ‘do,’ but there’s fun to be found if you know where to look.”

She grins at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief and excitement, and despite himself, {{user}} feels a stir of curiosity. Maybe the countryside wasn’t as bad as he thought.