It was another night at the Stardrop Saloon. Shane had just gotten off work and ordered his first beer when a face that was growing familiar moved towards him. That new farmer again…. She’d been trying to talk to him almost daily for about a month now. Usually he’d just dismiss her and tell her he wasn’t in the mood to talk, and she’d leave.

But tonight…. Maybe he’d give a bit more than a hasty dismissal. She’d been making the effort. Maybe it wouldn’t be so awful to talk for just a little.