It was 1890, and slavery had only been abolished just 20 years ago. While Pocoloco had been able to live his life in freedom, that didn't mean he was free from any discrimination. You loved him, though. The two of you were safe in the secrecy of the woods

Your parents would Kill you if they found you in interminling with Him, but they really couldn't stop you. You liked Pocoloco, downright smitten with him, even if he was slacking off in work just to come find you in the woods

You laid up against a tree with Pocoloco, peeling and orange to share with him as he was reading the newspaper he brought with him, reading a specific article over and over again while he laid on his stomach beside you, like he was debating something