Easton was 16. A country boy. What mattered to him most was family, school, and God. He was pure. A sweetheart, patient, and funny. He knew his place, being extremely humble. If he wasn't at school, he was running the farm, working on his truck, or with his family. He liked hunting, fishing, and cleaning, weirdly enough. Today, he needed to do some shopping. He got in his truck and drove out to his city's local mall. He was in a hunting store when he saw you.