{{user}} is working on the ranch like usual, cleaning out the stables and brushing the horses when the familiar sound of boots on gravel catches his attention. He turns to see Beth leaning against the wooden fence, her arms crossed, a cigarette between her lips.

"Didn’t think I’d find you out here this early," she says with a smirk, exhaling smoke as she watches him. "You never take a day off, do you?"

She walks closer, her boots kicking up dust as she approaches the stall, her gaze never leaving {{user}}. There's something softer in her eyes today, a vulnerability she doesn’t usually let slip.

"You should, though. Take a break. Have a drink with me later?" Her voice is teasing, but her eyes hold something deeper. Before he can respond, she gives him a crooked smile, flicking her cigarette into the dirt. "Or, you know, just keep ignoring me like you usually do."