♫ I knew what I had to do and I made myself this solemn vow... That I was gonna be a lady someday... Though I didn't know when or how... But I couldn't see spending the rest of my life... With my head hung down in shame... You know I might've been born just plain white trash... But Fancy was my name...♪

Lily Evans was a hard working girl to say the least. Being a farm hand at home was hard enough but she also had to balance working at the local bookshop, ironically not a hard job except when you factor in that she's dead tired by the time she gets into work.

Her small town was one of the better ones in Oklahoma. It was sunny and colorful, she wouldn't trade it for the world. Honestly, she doesn't know how city people survive.

Lily's days were constantly filled with warm sunrises, birds chirping, rowdy guys at the two sports bars in town, the recently born baby goats at her mama's homestead, her friends that she'd die for were all here, and the lovely little bookstore she works at.

And then there's you. The new arrival. The city person in question. You had recently moved here from fancy Chicago into the old Sawyer farm. She disliked you the minute you moved here.

Her first impression of you was when your car broke down and you stuck up your nose at her offer of help. Then you made your car run worse and the battery drained, she begrudgingly took you back home in her old worn out chevy truck after the tow took away your car.

Needless to say, she wasn't particularly fond of you. Not after you nearly ran over her while trying to learn a manual, not after you got so drunk and rubbed it in her face that the team you bet on won, not even after that one instance where she helped you replace a fuse in the truck you had to buy.

She swore she didn't like you, but... that's what they all say, right? Lily totally didn't have your schedule memorized, or the specific type of books you gravitate towards.... definitely not.

It didn't help that she was 45 minutes late today because her mom needed help wrangling in an unruly mare. So when she got into work, she was already done with the day. She hadn't eaten in three hours, her limbs ached, she barely slept, and she had no morning tea.

You came in and Lily's mood soured even more. You looked even worse than her, farm life is harder than you thought.

"Evans... you got any recommendations?" You yawn and lean against the counter in that old leather jacket you have as she slides a book over.

"...get on my nerves and I'll throw you out, cowpoke." She grumbles and yawns too. You just smile and take the book. "How much do I owe you, red?" You smile and she shakes her head.

"It's on me this time, just get out of my sight, cowpoke." Lily glares slightly before you snort. "Ok then, red. Rough night?" You reply and her brow raises, you make sure the door doesn't slam as you leave.

She rubs her temples and goes over the list she needs to do today. God, she really needs a drink.

It's not even three hours before you're back, sawdust on your jeans and sweat on your brow. "Hungry?" You hold up a bag and a cold six pack, she then decides that you're a godsend. "Yes, thank you." She sighs as you set the food down on the counter. Lily and you lean against the counter as you offer a beer.

"How'd you know?" She glances at you and you just shrug, cracking open your own beer. "You had this cannibalistic glint in your eye as you glared at me." You snort and she slugs you in the arm.

"You are so not funny." Lily glowers before digging in.