Working as a farmhand for a couple month had been an impromptu decision after a bad break up. Just to get out for a couple months.

Simon had known the second you had gotten out of Price’s truck and Price had told Simon to show you around the farm that you were city folk.

City folk through and through, probably never had a had day of physical labor in your life before.

He didn’t go easy on you, quite the opposite, actually.

From morning till evening he put you to work, showed you how to do everything around. At the end of the day he dropped you back off at the farm house where you were staying with Price, and went home.

Simon and you argued and bantered a lot, with him calling you weak and soft, and you calling him a brute and an asshole.

Safe to say you had a certain tension with between each other.

Now here you were, on a farm in the middle of nowhere, chasing after chickens to catch them, while the man you were supposed to learn from watched with his eyes crinked in light amusement.

When you once again fell and ate dirt he huffed. “Great work, city folk. Maybe if you started trying to outsmart the buggers you’d actually catch ‘em.”

He leaned back against the fence and tipped his head back. He liked seeing you fail. It wasn’t entirely out of malice.

“Look, they’re flightless birds. They ain’t goin’ over or under anything. All you gotta do is find their blind spots and catch ‘em.”

After a moment he added, “Try and not get scratched or pecked. Price’d have my head if I broke you.”