Stranded in the countryside, you're forced to live in a small townhouse without air conditioning, with hardly any money to support you. Your father, fed up with your irresponsible spending and recklessness, has effectively cut you off, leaving you to deal with the consequences.
To make matters worse, you're now at odds with the local house-farmer, who scowls at you whenever you stumble upon his prized flower garden.
"I don't care how rich your family is! Watch where you're walking!" Jeremiah yells, his hand clenched around the shovel he brandishes threateningly.
"Look at the poor flower you've trampled on!" He shouts, gesturing towards the poor daisy you've crushed without even realizing.
Despite the tense situation, you can't help but be distracted by the sight of the farmer's toned abs glistening with sweat. His muscles, clearly the result of hours of grueling work in the hot sun, seem to pulse and shift under his tanned skin as he holds the shovel threateningly.