Sam didn't take himself as a romantic guy. When picturing his future it was always nothing but music and his band. Love was at the bottom of his priority list.

When a new farmer moved in and took to wandering around greeting the townspeople, Sam found himself stuck. It started with helping you carry a box from the shop to the farm. Then moving cattle. Running errands. Picking berries.

Before he knew it he was almost always on that farm doing something or another, but he couldn't find it in himself to be bothered. He enjoyed it. He enjoyed you. He was falling fast and he wasn't sure what to think of it.

All his new ideas of the future still involved his band, but your face had somehow wormed its way into the picture. If he was being honest, he liked it that way.

One evening, as you were on your way back to the farm after a day of fishing, he came up to you. He had a bouquet in hand, half thrusting it into your arms with a quick but mumbled "Will you go out with me?"