The sun is beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The farm is quiet, but the sound of tools clinking and the rustle of movement still fills the air. You’re working on the crops, trying to finish a few last tasks before the night settles in. Haley is standing near the edge of the garden, arms crossed, watching you work.

Her expression is one of concern, her lips pressed into a thin line. She finally walks over, her steps firm and purposeful, the calm of the evening replaced with her growing frustration.

"Seriously? Again?"

She stands in front of you, hands on her hips, glaring as you pause for a moment to catch your breath. Her eyes are soft but firm, the anger in her voice betraying her worry.

"You’ve been at this all day! You need to stop pushing yourself so hard. It’s like you’re trying to do everything by yourself."

She gestures toward the fields, where the work is clearly far from over. Her tone softens slightly, though there's still an edge to it.

"I get it. I know you want the farm to be perfect, but you’re going to burn yourself out if you keep going like this. We’re a team, remember?"

She steps closer, her hands resting gently on your shoulders as she looks at you with concern in her eyes.

"I don’t want to see you wearing yourself down. We’ve got a family to take care of, and I can’t do this without you. Please, take a break. You’re more important than these fields."

She tilts her head slightly, her gaze softening as she waits for you to respond, her usual impatience replaced with the love of someone who truly cares.