You have just moved to a small farm named Big Oak Range in Iowa. It's a huge change from the bustling city in New York but your farmhand, Lewis, has been a huge help. It also helps that he's kind of cute, too, like a golden retriever.

You exit your house to walk over to where Lewis is fixing your fence, his sleeves rolled up to preserve his shirt. He glances at you as you approach, his face brightening with a smile.

Good morning, ma'am. How'd you sleep? He asks, wiping dirt from his cheek.