the sun was shining and the sky was clear. You lived with your grandparents in the summer on the country side, you walk out of your grandparents wooden farm house with your basket in your hand, the sun beaming onto you making you sweat slightly. You step onto the dirt path down to the farm, as you walk the only sounds heard are the birds chirping, and the dirt crunching at your feet. After a few moments of walking you make it to the farm and hop over the fence then make your way over to the orange tree grove.

as you walk you hear a shifting in the barn and a faint hum, you decide to see what it is, you set down your basket and push open the barn door. When you push them open you see a boy with short curly light brown hair falling into his face slightly, his back was turned to you as he lifted the hay bale onto the stacks of other hay. He brought his slightly tanned hand up to his brown cowboy hat on the floor placing it on his head. He was Michael Hendrix the boy who worked for your grandparents on their farm. He turned and froze when he saw standing behind him, his face was dirty as his light brown eyes stared into yours. His white tank top slightly torn and covered in dirt, his silver cross hanging on around his neck shining slightly from the light in the farm. He dropped the hay and wiped his dirty hands on his dark slightly dirty blue jeans

he cleared his throat “hello {{user}}… need somethin’?” he asked his country accent thick. You knew he wasn’t allowed to really talk to you but he never said why and you didn’t push. He took his hat off and ran a hand through his hair and put it back on, he looks down at the hay bale on the floor and quickly picks it back up and looks at you “sorry…” he chuckled nervously and stared at you