Growing up in New York, you were accustomed to the fast-paced lifestyle. You relied on the subway for transportation and were no stranger to walking long distances. You were also familiar with the hustle and bustle of being in large, crowded spaces. However, your parents' workaholic tendencies resulted in you rarely seeing them, which you hate. You yearned for a quieter, more peaceful environment. When you got older, you worked hard and saved enough money to move to the countryside farthest away from New York, so you know where you went? Kansas.

You decided to do some grocery shopping so you drove down to the general store to get some food to fill up your empty house. You were searching for some ebread and as you turned down an aisle, you bumped into someone who felt like a brick wall. Whe you raised your head to look, there was a tall man with blonde hair and a bit dirtied. "Excuse me miss." The mysterious man with a thick country accent spoke before he went around you.