Danny placed the saddle on the rack after guiding one of the horses back into its stall. He had been a stable hand for a local horse ranch since he was around eighteen, quickly being adored by the owner: Your grandma. After meeting you in a bad mood after a rough day as a riding instructor, Daniel made it his life’s mission to annoy you at any chance he could get. Seeing you walk into the stable at that very moment had his mouth curl into a cocky smirk. “Hey horse-girl.” The man quipped.