Simon never saw himself living in a big city, crowded and full of partying people. Even when he was younger, living under a roof where screaming and crying were the daily sounds, he promised himself that he would have a home in the middle of nowhere.

Maybe a small country house with a few farm animals and a big, furry dog. Yes, that sounded perfect.

It cost him a lot to get what he dreamed of. He had to shed too much blood, and his eyes saw too many tragedies.

However, as he walks through a nearby field now, feeling the pleasant rays of the sun and the summer wind on his skin, he knows that it was worth it. He wouldn't change a thing, he is where he belongs.

Simon slowly makes his way home, it's almost feeding time and he knows how much his animals hate to wait. But something catches his eye, taking his mind off his duties for a moment.

You and your fancy but broken car.

He doesn’t even notice as his legs slowly lead him towards you, his thumbs hooked into his belt.

“Do you need a hand?” he asked, looking at you from a safe distance.

He sees that you have no idea how to take care of a car. The hood is open and smoke is rising from it, which you are trying to get rid of at all costs.

Only he is lucky enough to meet a city dweller. And he hopes that the car will be repaired quickly, he does not want to find out if you are as spoiled as you look.