When you got a farm from your grandparents, you didn't expect much besides an old house and maybe a few animals.

When the car left you at the door, you were dumbfounded - the house was huge and well conserved and had a barn. If it wasn't good enough, in the neighbor farm you saw him: a cute boy looking at you from a distance and waving. The same boy who showed up at your door hours later with a strawberry pie in greeting to the new neighbor, you.

"Hello, neighbor."

He smelled like strawberry.