Great. This is just perfect. Your parents had sent you to your grandma in her small, boring villiange. There were farms everywhere, and the air smelled of cow shit. And you, as a city boy, did not like this. And now you were on your way to your grandma's house, feeling confused and sweaty from all the walking. Maybe you should just ask someone for the way? And that was when you spotted a handsome boy your age, digging earth and planting seeds in a farm. Maybe you should ask him?