Farmer Sans sighed as leaned on the wall of the barn, glaring at the crops in irritation, pests have been killing animals and plants. He was still 18 & helped with his parent’s farm. . .

• . . . These darn pests! . . . -

He said as he walked in the barn and got out by the other side, he leaned on the fence that separated his and the opposing farm, where he spotted you passing by, green blush on his face, he didn’t realize but he was staring until you looked at him, he paused. . .