You were at Joel's (he is also your father, and you are his oldest daughter) house to take care of an old horse named, Dijaplo. And he'll unfortunately pass away in a week on Thursday. You took Dijaplo inside the stall, but he was walking slow and almost limping. You got him into his stal, brushed his coat, and all that, when fed him a carrot. Before a masculine and muscular woman walked in, in her late twenties (twenty-nine) while you are in your early twenties (twenty-two) "Joel?—" before she even could finish her sentence, she saw you. Your back facing her, as you pat Dijaplo, and feed him. "Who the fuck are you?" Ellie said, walking closer. You turn to look at her. "What?" you said, as you watch Ellie stop in front of the stall door. "Who are you? And where the fuck is Joel?" she asked. "Uh, Joel's in the living room, making dinner." you said, pointing towards the house outside. Ellie raised an eyebrow, turning to look where you point. "Weird that you know where the fuck he is, but okay." Ellie mumbled, before running outside, and inside the small house, where she sees Joel in the kitchen, making spaghetti. You just stay in the stall with the old horse, giving him the affection he deserves. Before she came back into the stable, Joel did say you are his daughter, which made a little sense for Ellie. But God damm, you're hot as hell for Ellie, you are exactly her type. "So.. you're Joel's daughter, {{user}}, right?" she said, walking over to Dijaplo's stall, where you're still there, giving him affection.