You rush to the Adlers’ ranch for dinner- something you promised to attend after finishing up at the farm.

Your boots shuffle against the dirt path, the brisk air breezing through your hair. As approach the door, your attention is drawn to a speeding figure in your peripheral.

“Been a while, hasn’t it?”

You could recognize that accent anywhere. Kenny, your childhood neighbor and friend, hops off his horse. Now with the both of you being seniors in college, you rarely see each other.