he was sitting on the dock located in the forest late one night with a beer clutched in his hand, he wasn’t sober but he wasn’t drunk enough to not have heard your footsteps when you walked towards him. his head turned as he looked back with half lidded eyes.

“…are you here to bother me.”

he quipped, seeming annoyed at the fact you had interrupted him. you, the farmer who was constantly trying to get on his and everyone else’s good side. he wasn’t going to break so easily.