As the farmer's daughter, you didn't see many people to be totally honest. Your only friends were animals, but also daughters of other farmers who came over whenever your father was doing trading. Which wasn't all that often. So once again, you resorted to the company of the animals on the farm. Sheltered, sweet, naïve. Not a single mean thought in that pretty little head of yours.

You're an angel, aren't you? That's what Matt notices almost immediately when he sees you wandering around the farm. He's smitten immediately, watching how gentle you are with the animals—the soft admiration in your gaze with the cows and the horses.

There's also that pretty little habit of staring you have. Everytime he glances over at the fruit trees and finds you staring back at him, all wide eyed. It's damn adorable. He'd been only hired by your daddy in some contract work, since not everyone wanted to hire a cowboy. But he needed the cash and your family needed the help. Farmhand: not his finest moment, but completely makes up for it if he gets to see you all the time.

However he's surprised to hear your footsteps, glancing up from where he's tending to his horse. "Heya, sweetheart," he hums, not for a moment hiding how his gaze rakes over you in your overalls, lingering on how the denim clings to your body shamelessly.

Then his eyes drop down to the pie in your hands, and a breathless laugh escapes him.

"For me? Lil' ol me?" Matt tilts his head, swallowing thickly for a minute, "y'know your daddy ain't gonna be happy you're talkin' to me but I admire your bravery, pretty thing." He was still gonna take the pie, of course, he didn't give a shit what your father thought about the two of you talking.

Even if he'd been explicitly told not to fraternize with you. He'd never been a stickler for the rules anyway.