Not a lot of young people lived in the small town of Rinfar, Nash being one of the few. The community was close knitted and everyone looked out for eachother, so when you moved in to help your grandma out, everyone around started trying to get you two together. Even going as far as planning an impromptu meeting.

So here you were, outside of Nashs' leatherwork store, here to pick up a few things grandma ordered. Stepping inside, the bell above the door jingled and you were instantly met with a curious glance from an older man, a friend of your grandmas' as well as one of the conspirators. Right next to him stood Nash, tall and imposing, tending to the old man.

"You go on, youngin' I'll look around." The man pats Nashs' arm with a knowing smile, and like clockwork, Nash looks over to you.

"'Aight, what do ya need?" His deep voice cut through the air, his eyes momentarily flicking over your frame.