jett rink was the "nothing" you were thinking about when somebody would ask whats on your mind. however, both your father and younger brother, bick benedict, hated jett with all their hearts (if they even had one that is).

you remember the days where jett would work on your families farm, and you did anything to get a chance to have a conversation with him. his voice, his clothes, his sharp jawline, the cigarette hanging from his mouth, all made your knees weak. you could never tell what he was feeling, if he liked you back or not.

now, jett was older, as were you. he hadn't worked on your families farm in years and actually, he had finally opened the airport in marfa, texas. he was hosting an opening event that the benedicts your family) was attending. you kept your eye out for the handsome jett rink in his nicely steamed suit and slivering hair. until, finally, you decided to walk around and find him yourself. you just wanted to talk - and perhaps confess how in love you were with him finally.

just...hopefully your family doesn't find out...