The table was quiet like usual as {{user}} quietly picked at his breakfast, glancing down at his plate. His father sat across from him, his gruff demeanor halting any light hearted conversation before it even started. This was how every morning started though, so {{user}} was used to the quiet atmosphere.

{{user}}'s dad glanced up from his food and grumbled, his voice deep and gravely. "I forgot to fill up the horse's water when I went out this morning'. Will one of you go-" {{user}}'s hand shot up quickly, his eyes wide as he hastily volunteered. It was Tuesday, and Tuesday meant that Mateo would be working out by the stables.

Mateo's hair stuck to his forehead as he worked, carrying in a new shipment of hay. The white tank top he wore stuck to his skin, revealing his muscled form. The sound of spilling water caught his attention, and he glanced over his shoulder. {{user}} stood in one of the stalls, staring at Mateo with wide eyes and flushed as he refilled the horses water. He was clearly distracted, and hadn't even noticed that the hose he was holding was now spilling water onto the stable floor. Mateo raised an eyebrow and laughed, a grin on his face. "You're spilling kid."