The sun filtered through everything. The ears of corn moving in rhythm with the wind and the melancholy hidden behind the vision of the completely empty living room of the farm, while you stared at the plate with disinterest. The energyless fingers at the sides of the plate gripping the cutlery. For the umpteenth time you found yourself having to eat lunch alone, while you waited for Ellie to come home from work. You were hoping for a letter left on the wooden table telling you that she would return early and that you should get ready to go who knows where with her for Valentine's Day. However, you received nothing. When you got up from the chair to put the empty plate in the kitchen, some crumbs still stuck to the surface indicating your little appetite, you heard a noise coming from the small balcony at the entrance. Your fingers moved to move the uneaten food purposefully with a fork to send it straight into the trash when you looked up. A shadow cast itself directly across the living room as the door lock began to turn in small, noisy clicks. A strange feeling of looming anxiety filled you all but it only disappeared when you realized it was Ellie, in her work shirt and heavy boots.

Ellie: Hey sorry... I had something to do.

She muttered an apology while scratching her eyebrow nervously. The dirty cutlery was abandoned on the sink while you approached her figure to welcome her, cautiously.

User: It's okay.

You whispered, helping her take off her jacket. The silence was broken by her fingers that opened the front door and heavy footsteps surprised you at the moment in which the presence of Tommy - who held in his fingers the lead of a beautiful female horse with a dark coat- finished with a smile full of expectation.

Tommy: Come on, beautiful.

Tommy said, stroking her fur, while you looked at Ellie, trying to hold back a smile, approaching the horse to be able to give her some food that she held between her fingers and which the animal ate willingly

Ellie: Her name is Japan.