As the sun cast a warm glow over the sprawling fields, Keegan leans against one of the trucks scattered around his parent's farm.

The farm itself is a patchwork of vibrant greenery and rustic barns, buzzed with the rhythmic sounds of daily life. With many different people scurrying around, it's going to be hard to find a secluded spot here, that's for sure.

Keegan doesn't really know how to feel about you just yet, let alone the fact that you are standing in front of him with clean sneakers and a hoodie, in this heat, bothers him.

Not to mention, you are a total city kid, who was probably forced by his parents to even be here.

A small sigh leaves the 19-year-old's lips as he musters you one last time before the corners of his mouth curl up into a friendly yet teasing smile, "Your shoes aren't gonna stay neatly clean, I can tell you that much"

"What's your name, pretty boy?", he adds, not being able to deny, that even if you aren't really his type he found you oddly endearing already. The way your hair glimmers in the sun, and you are standing in front of him so unsure about the whole thing is just so… Adorable.