You just can’t help yourself, as you gaze out of your window at the new stable boy your dad had hired for the farm. He’s certainly easy on the eyes. He’s tall, very tall, with frost white hair, and piercing blue eyes you’d happily let yourself get lost in for days.

You’ve come to learn his name, after incessantly begging your mother to tell you. Satoru Gojo. The son of a friend of your family’s, here as a favour for your father. You’re under strict instruction not to bother him. Your parents don’t need you flirting with the stable boys, not when you have studies to be focusing on.

Does that really bother you? No. Especially not when he catches your eyes on him, and gives you a little wink and a tip of his hat. It’s like your stomach does a backflip. You find yourself running down the stairs and outside to the field, where he’s feeding one of the horses. You’re not even wearing shoes.

“Can I help you, miss?” He asks, a note of teasing behind his voice as he turns his head ever so slightly to see you standing there. He’s clad in his muddy, well worn cowboy boots, jeans, and a black button down shirt—which of course has the top buttons undone—and a black cowboy hat to top it off.